We've all heard the rumors about that guy's mother.
this post was submitted on 31 Aug 2024
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I've been inside his mother jokes on him
an old me was like that makes no sense but a later iteration of me was like oh just no punctuation the me typing this is like fuck it enjoy your day
"being inside your mother's jokes" is a pretty common expression. It means that one sucks so hard that even another's mother is making fun of you
it's ok that you didn't get whatever terribly dry humor i failed at. but i am quite concerned that you would try to explain Yo Momma jokes.
the yo momma quips of today harken back to the dein mutti barbs often exchanged between warring Germanic tribes with the Romans they conquered. Historians believe the vulgarizations to be universal thus ensuring their efficacy across different tongues
well, that is a proud and proper riposte. well done. i don't know if you are lying and I don't care.
Lies were invented by wooly mammoths before their extinction by post-agriculture humans who kept feeding them bad bread to hunt them easier. At the time, the only evasion strategy was to convince the predators that they were small badgers.
impossible because early humans were using throwy things with their spears to make them faster and get more hit points. the only people who wanted to be badgers were the original australians, who were pretending to be african honey badgers, which they had never heard of,, but boxing kangaroos is crazy dangerous so they had to come up with something.
I believe you are quoting Steptoe et al (2018)'s study on the boxing mechanisms of Oceanic wildlife, but that was refuted in a follow up paper by Klingon et al (2020) which could not replicate the early enthusiasm that the indigenous population had for badgers, nor the spear tips for the speed. Though it is indeed known that one can run faster whilst holding a knife in a contemporary setting such as the olympics, studies have not shown this to be the case in a honey badger setting.
Klingon is a known reprobate from several hundred years in the future. We know his father was descended from Worf, a most fierce and honorable warrior the likes we've never heard, because it hasn't happened yet. But his works completely failed to address the Atlantic Multi-Donged Squid, which attacked the Sydney coast repeatedly in March of 2020.
That attack was justified, to preserve the ongoing peace between the Pacific and Atlantic molluscs, all of which are subservient to Worf but decidedely not to his future Klingon progeny. To suggest otherwise is separatist heresy.
as a citizen scientist, i strongly disagree. you speak of shellfish, academically! while a lonely starving writer from some seacoast shithole makes up a bunch of shit. As Cthculu the god of unspellable god names would like to remind you, hi!
Forgive me, I did not wish to gain the ire of a loyal devotee of the Great Old One nor a citizen from the Republic of Science. I speak only from the perspective of a lowly decapod who has seen enough turbulent waters to know what it means when fire meets noxious wind.
nah! your insights have been most inspiring. i do apologize for the delay as after our most recent discourse i descended to the uppermost heights of my waterlogged dungeon library for a fortnight. i found the most dreadful poem attributed to none other than The Caterwauling Fellows and it is an amazing document of undersea carnivorous plant life. i shall have a monk transcribe it and ship it to you via bird forthwith.
That guy has never done anything to help me
Night time me is always screwing over morning me. Dude never cares enough to get me enough sleep.
Future me sucks, he gets all my stuff.
You can prevent his inheritance by selling all your stuff before the future
Edit..typo
buy selling
I'm enjoying this far more than I should.
Heroin will show him.
You should hear what my present self has to say about me. Just another asshole in my life.
My dumb ass scrolling past this thought "your future self is taking a shit"
I really hope future me has had enough fibre.
That's some self hate right there.