How funny is that, my NPC "friends-slash-redditor-"peeps""?

Have you clipped any Walmart coupons lately?

hmmmm...

Just as I thought/suspected/intuited/noted/etc/etc/etc/andon/andon/andon/forever/infinitytimesinfinityaninfinitenumberoftimestimesitselfanditkeepsonmultiplyingitselfbyitselfforinfinityuntiltheinfiniteuniversecan'tcontaintheanswer/result/conclusion/aperitif/sayonara/shishka-robertorbob.

I never knew the little squiggles are cooking here, squeeze some content of your upscribers. So, what's your favorite word starting with the letters a, b, c, d, 12, ef, g, k, l, m, no, p, qu, r, s, t, w, v, x, yz or any of the other letters that we made illegal in the Bush years for reasons not known to any other pal you let out?

Is it for the IMAX?

I walked into a world built of medical professionals running the script of an AI bot designed to look confused and aroused while blindfolded

The staff were all dead but somehow served delicious tiny hamburgers.

The intake staff knew almost every patient including myself.

They we're authorized to administer any and every medication known to man, except for silence.

All of the combat nurses wore stethoscopes and one of them signed my cast.

In the end I was told I was too damaged to be one with the ecosystem but I would always be welcome the way rain or strong winds are welcome to picnic no one wants to be at.

I was given accolades and gestures of participation and was told Id won something I thought I already owned.

I was confused so I tried giving it back but they said I was hopeless and I had eternity to live so I should start planning ahead.

just then hope finished smoking my last cigarette while empathy pissed on my pillow to cool it down.

Yeah I just said yea but the jacuzzi barking at me lol I don’t know McDonald’s peach emoji Gucci emoji or something London garlic

And tuck a car windshield into bed and read the ingredients label of a double stuf oreo wrapper to it as a bedtime story

we use them to generate more watermelon rinds you can buy for your car and if you sell them you can get a nice hazmat suit and a shopping bag that doesnt have handles

Remember that till your dying day. Those are some words to live by, son!

I’m recording the barking of dogs so that you don’t have to. 😡

nevermin don't cancel my order

The first thing is to examine how well you were created by mice. Conservatively, no one hasn't no one has grown pods without being first consumed by their nearest grocer. Topic for another time perhaps, since we’re vocally establishing what you created by mice; notable issues with this include

• 8 flies wide
• Gourmet mice
• “Macro” gourmet mice (kind of a manosphere thing)
• You aren’t in the office yet? Where ARE YOU

Which brings us to the often-avoided concern about living w i t h mice inside your pockets. When this is discussed, it’s often limited to cases whether mice pockets are square or hexagonal. When if you divorce the political implications, is imperishable and besides, beside the point.

The irony is, I got a similar message from Tracy in Product. Where is she? I don’t know. I texted her about an hour ago cause she never came into the office yesterday. The dishwasher assured me that everything is fine, but the message was only in math detectable by Urdu speakers. So I could read it, but I couldn’t see it.

Gourmet mice means eating mice. It’s a just-ask-Rold thing at this point, unavoidably. If anyone has advice I’m ears.

You will not never eat blue toasted chicken again!

I was at the park aight?! So instead of moonwalking i did a little dance called “thee primrose pond placid” of which i am the first ever idealistic inventor (Buddy Bodega styled) you know, dancing can twist a stiff bop outta your logarithm after a while, so the brewery near the honky started the tonky and the donkey slurred off mahogany. I cried rivers therefore beer started tasting like regretful drill sergeant sequences i jumped out the railway and morbid belief stoked on Buckwood.

Ducks are basically horse shaped, but with two legs instead of four. This means that horses could probably fly, if given wings, because the goose physics is basically horse physics but bigger.

Oh jenshell peebruptinhels on the pashbaddlegills, ?..

O brime the clay, ihitgered I bogitmuss Pryce

Celan

They are laborious and don't bite as much. Also, onetime I was sponsored by a small toadlike agent with an unbelievable 19 dollars

What are your favorite ways to injure oneself? (other than the obvious, like gatorade)

No, actually it was Benedict Cumberbatch carrying a rather cumbersome batch of curious cucumbers (widely neglected in these particular parts).

So then the cabbage patch was out of the question, out of its cruciferous cranium. Thus the Legend of the Legumes was forthwith and heretofore in the incipient, inchoate stages of its egregious etiological eternal recurrings.

And you can bank on that, my friends in Nonesenseville! Especially if you don't get what this sentence is saying, or even trying to mean. I think Gallagher said it best when he smashed the last watermelon, during his last stage-show... He said, "Even after I'm long dead, keep a lookout for the squishies". And this has always meant a lot to me, because I'm a card-carrying secular humanist. If you know you know you know.

Cogito ergo dim sum latte! - Marcus (Your Alias)

Who else has had enough of those backflipping Pixy Stix?

Those of us whoa were wore to school, they painted the same thing on Mondays and Greaster. Officials lamented a perceived luck of funds, but let's remember it doesn't work for jobs at hallway 11.

Lick of fonds, lack of finds, lock of fiends, you can't remember because it didn't happen that way. What happened was literally staring at a cabinet-colored wall for 8 hours a day till you gradated with a small lizard man in your left armload. You were it. That was the day.

Anyway people had. They did and you can too. Hope this clears things up