so i saw this tweet earlier
you too can have a pingus for the low low price of One Thousand Five Hundred pounds quid
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Knuckle tats that say Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.
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John Green wakes up every day and says I will embarrass myself online
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incredible flag & coat of arms for the Hague district of Scheveningen
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I had a dream that I went to a video rental store (???) and they had a gundam manga where everything was the same except the entire cast was cambrian creatures (?????)
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hired a galapagos finch at my burger joint and after 2 generations it evolved to take peoples orders
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thinking about that one video
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i'll have what i'm having
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one of the legendary copypastas of the russian internet, courtesy of 2ch
translation:
My dad creates some fucked up dishes.
Here’s an average recipe, since there are a lot of variations.
There’s soup, the soup isn’t heated, heating isn’t what my dad is all about. He takes this soup, dumps it into the pan and starts frying. Adds tons of onions, garlic, bell and black peppers, FLOUR!! for viscosity, tomato sauce on top. This is all fried until it starts smoking. Then it’s taken off the fire and cools down on the balcony. Then dad brings it back and, after generously pouring mayo over it, starts eating. He eats it directly from the pan, scraping it with a spoon. Eats it and half-whispers “oh fuck”. While he’s doing all that he even starts sweating. Sometimes he graciously offers me some, but I turn him down. Do I even need to say what wild farts he has afterwards? The stench is so bad, it peels the wallpaper off the walls.
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Made the worst brownies ever created just now
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