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FAUXTON posted:
huh did he die? we've been going through all the ghibli films (never seen any before) this past month
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Xaris posted:huh did he die? we've been going through all the ghibli films (never seen any before) this past month same. though i kind of only background half watched princess mononoke.
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Aug 3, 2020 07:37
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https://twitter.com/yesterdaysprint/status/1287924165085814786
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Aug 3, 2020 07:40
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it's a werthers now keep up gramps
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cumshitter posted:normal calendars can not track my 9 month birthday schedule. it simplifies my life. my 49.75th is coming up soon so i hope you have a gift in mind calendars usually have 9 months worth of days. are you still on the Julian Calendar? what's the date today in your time?
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Aug 3, 2020 07:42
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cumshitter posted:normal calendars can not track my 9 month birthday schedule. it simplifies my life. my 49.75th is coming up soon so i hope you have a gift in mind holy gently caress ur old
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Aug 3, 2020 07:48
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my parents are still hoping everything gets under control by November so they can go on vacation
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Aug 3, 2020 07:54
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Xaris posted:huh did he die? we've been going through all the ghibli films (never seen any before) this past month my neighbor trumporo (2016)
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Aug 3, 2020 08:00
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smarxist posted:https://twitter.com/carmen_in_ny/status/1289677782025289729 the cropping out of the sender suggests that she can, in fact, make this stuff up
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Chinatown posted:my parents are still hoping everything gets under control by November so they can go on vacation my mom keeps talking about "when we go back to normal" and I'm like "mom this is normal. this is our life now."
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Aug 3, 2020 08:04
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i replied to your PM eat poo poo ex posto facho
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smarxist posted:https://twitter.com/carmen_in_ny/status/1289677782025289729 it’s called negging
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Aug 3, 2020 08:13
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No one is gonna be alive to vote in November.
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CODChimera posted:holy gently caress ur old *the lanterns jerking to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the hull. water spraying softly through a seam with every hit. the dim light shining off the wet oilskin of a ragged sailor slowly making his way through the swaying crates. Lukas reaches into his pocket to rub the drawing of his family farm on the outskirts of Sigtuna. he will earn enough from this trip to finally bring his family across the sea. but he has hungers. and desires. and the other men have whispered about the mud-caked cargo. they stare down into their cups and say there must be something valuable in there to warrant such care in transport. Lukas slowly sweeps his sea-worn hand through the dirt covering the box. cold and crumbly. centipedes writhe everywhere at his touch. Lukas stumbles back, crashing into the crates of tinware and bolts of cloth. he shakes his head and stares at his muddy hand. the pounding in his head grows louder. Lukas raises his eyes and realizes the sound is coming from the crate. a lantern shifts with a wave and he sees it's not like the other cargo. long and neatly joined boards of wood as dark as the earth. this is a casket. the pounding grows louder. stronger. it fills the entire hold. fills Lukas' ears. pounding to the song of the sea just outside the hull. the lid creaks in sync with an impossibly loud bang. silence. Lukas' face is frozen in rictus. his cheeks drenched in tears from his unblinking eyes. a sickly green light slithers out of the crack. the lid rises silently and ends with a gentle thud. a great, lithe figure rises out of the green light. arms crossed. thin, curving, cracked fingernails spread across an ancient, decaying shroud. Lukas' eyes trace the labyrinthine patterns of the shock of white hair swaying in the green light. white hair flowing to a black void. a black void that lights up as two almond slits snap open. pale white with green veins meet Lukas' gaze* Vould you be interested in transferring some of your funds into a High Yield Savings Account?
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CODChimera posted:holy gently caress ur old gently caress YOU
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DryGoods posted:*the lanterns jerking to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the hull. water spraying softly through a seam with every hit. the dim light shining off the wet oilskin of a ragged sailor slowly making his way through the swaying crates. Lukas reaches into his pocket to rub the drawing of his family farm on the outskirts of Sigtuna. he will earn enough from this trip to finally bring his family across the sea. but he has hungers. and desires. and the other men have whispered about the mud-caked cargo. they stare down into their cups and say there must be something valuable in there to warrant such care in transport. Lukas slowly sweeps his sea-worn hand through the dirt covering the box. cold and crumbly. centipedes writhe everywhere at his touch. Lukas stumbles back, crashing into the crates of tinware and bolts of cloth. he shakes his head and stares at his muddy hand. the pounding in his head grows louder. Lukas raises his eyes and realizes the sound is coming from the crate. a lantern shifts with a wave and he sees it's not like the other cargo. long and neatly joined boards of wood as dark as the earth. this is a casket. the pounding grows louder. stronger. it fills the entire hold. fills Lukas' ears. pounding to the song of the sea just outside the hull. the lid creaks in sync with an impossibly loud bang. silence. Lukas' face is frozen in rictus. his cheeks drenched in tears from his unblinking eyes. a sickly green light slithers out of the crack. the lid rises silently and ends with a gentle thud. a great, lithe figure rises out of the green light. arms crossed. thin, curving, cracked fingernails spread across an ancient, decaying shroud. Lukas' eyes trace the labyrinthine patterns of the shock of white hair swaying in the green light. white hair flowing to a black void. a black void that lights up as two almond slits snap open. pale white with green veins meet Lukas' gaze* thank goodness this isnt about me. i would never offer a high yield savings account as an investment vehicle
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Aug 3, 2020 08:25
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as a very satisfied cumstomer, i would highly recommend the professional services provided by one doctor j peebody cumshittistein the 3rd he helped me refinance my coin purse and leveraged it wide open allowing for a variety of deposits resulting in mega moneys
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tfw red solo cups are just too trashy to use on a boat as a hobbit that you need a red solo wine cup to show off your sophistication and wealth
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cumshitter posted:thank goodness this isnt about me. i would never offer a high yield savings account as an investment vehicle one time somebody i know was in a subway station and there was a tourist family about to get on the subway train and their kid was screaming that he needed to piss and his dad was like "oh i'm sure there will be a toilet on the train"
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DryGoods posted:*the lanterns jerking to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the hull. water spraying softly through a seam with every hit. the dim light shining off the wet oilskin of a ragged sailor slowly making his way through the swaying crates. Lukas reaches into his pocket to rub the drawing of his family farm on the outskirts of Sigtuna. he will earn enough from this trip to finally bring his family across the sea. but he has hungers. and desires. and the other men have whispered about the mud-caked cargo. they stare down into their cups and say there must be something valuable in there to warrant such care in transport. Lukas slowly sweeps his sea-worn hand through the dirt covering the box. cold and crumbly. centipedes writhe everywhere at his touch. Lukas stumbles back, crashing into the crates of tinware and bolts of cloth. he shakes his head and stares at his muddy hand. the pounding in his head grows louder. Lukas raises his eyes and realizes the sound is coming from the crate. a lantern shifts with a wave and he sees it's not like the other cargo. long and neatly joined boards of wood as dark as the earth. this is a casket. the pounding grows louder. stronger. it fills the entire hold. fills Lukas' ears. pounding to the song of the sea just outside the hull. the lid creaks in sync with an impossibly loud bang. silence. Lukas' face is frozen in rictus. his cheeks drenched in tears from his unblinking eyes. a sickly green light slithers out of the crack. the lid rises silently and ends with a gentle thud. a great, lithe figure rises out of the green light. arms crossed. thin, curving, cracked fingernails spread across an ancient, decaying shroud. Lukas' eyes trace the labyrinthine patterns of the shock of white hair swaying in the green light. white hair flowing to a black void. a black void that lights up as two almond slits snap open. pale white with green veins meet Lukas' gaze* take me to the page where we just start killing people starting with sailor
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i could never get drunk enough to be that excited about biden. on some level i think people dont realize that you can divorce enthusiasm for the candidate from enthusiasm for not having a GOD DAMNED CHEETOH in the white house ive finally been getting texts from the biden campaign after submitting my real name for outreach as a ~friend~ under an alias and i just tell them "I hate Biden and I'm not voting for president this year because I think he is awful. It's not my job to get enthusiastic for a terrible candidate." edit: whoa lol @ the new word filter
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im still thinking about that bloomberg link someone posted earlier about how a dude with $15,000 in savings earning 2% thought the current 1% interest was too low so he just said gently caress it and put it all in bitcoin thats something ive learned on the job. clients read bloomberg articles and the standard structure for one is this: "Market conditions mean that people invested in (extreme edge case) are losing/at heightened risk/may stand to lose." "But experts say you should do the (normal thing like 98% of investors are doing)." "Maybe the answer is in the middle."
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cumshitter posted:edit: whoa lol @ the new word filter huh whats the new word filter trump
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why the gently caress are kids with symptoms going to school
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Intel&Sebastian posted:why the gently caress are kids with symptoms going to school
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Intel&Sebastian posted:why the gently caress are kids with symptoms going to school freedom probably
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Xaris posted:huh whats the new word filter i dunno it edited my original post but i think it was something like THAT drat CHEETOH so everyone should just keep trying until we figure it out
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me, calling up the local Chuck E. Cheese franchise: hey buddy i think i left my underwear in the ball pit can you see if anyone turned them in? *holds* CEC Employee: I have several pairs here in the lost and found, is there anything you can tell me that would identify them? me: i wrote my name on the elastic CEC Employee: Is your name... Trump 2020??? me: owned, lib -click-
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Sometimes those kids are just bastards. https://twitter.com/KidsWriteJokes/status/1290014719529517057?s=19 These are the kinds of jokes that I follow the account for though.
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smarxist posted:https://twitter.com/carmen_in_ny/status/1289677782025289729 fuckng epic stdh lol. gently caress this dreck. gas and ban
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DryGoods posted:*the lanterns jerking to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the hull. water spraying softly through a seam with every hit. the dim light shining off the wet oilskin of a ragged sailor slowly making his way through the swaying crates. Lukas reaches into his pocket to rub the drawing of his family farm on the outskirts of Sigtuna. he will earn enough from this trip to finally bring his family across the sea. but he has hungers. and desires. and the other men have whispered about the mud-caked cargo. they stare down into their cups and say there must be something valuable in there to warrant such care in transport. Lukas slowly sweeps his sea-worn hand through the dirt covering the box. cold and crumbly. centipedes writhe everywhere at his touch. Lukas stumbles back, crashing into the crates of tinware and bolts of cloth. he shakes his head and stares at his muddy hand. the pounding in his head grows louder. Lukas raises his eyes and realizes the sound is coming from the crate. a lantern shifts with a wave and he sees it's not like the other cargo. long and neatly joined boards of wood as dark as the earth. this is a casket. the pounding grows louder. stronger. it fills the entire hold. fills Lukas' ears. pounding to the song of the sea just outside the hull. the lid creaks in sync with an impossibly loud bang. silence. Lukas' face is frozen in rictus. his cheeks drenched in tears from his unblinking eyes. a sickly green light slithers out of the crack. the lid rises silently and ends with a gentle thud. a great, lithe figure rises out of the green light. arms crossed. thin, curving, cracked fingernails spread across an ancient, decaying shroud. Lukas' eyes trace the labyrinthine patterns of the shock of white hair swaying in the green light. white hair flowing to a black void. a black void that lights up as two almond slits snap open. pale white with green veins meet Lukas' gaze* sorry ,man im sure this post owns as ur a literary G*D but im Too wasted to read those many words so close to eachother. I will return to read it omtorowor. Bless ya bro
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this small bro is pretty jacked lol. peep tho0se legs, this bro squats and poo poo. nice pecs too, and biceps
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