Looks like you fucked the entire football team with a canyon that big, you bitch.
stupidcasey
joined 2 years ago
Next panel:
(Sinking guy is completely gone) Purple guy: WHEW. I know I made the offer but I really can't handle guests right now.
I'm joining the Fire Fight, on the side of Fire.
Is this a documentary on the first guy to get cancelled on Twitter?
Probably could have found a tree
To quote maxalmonte14:
"That's because the amount of alcohol you need to survive is 0, sugar on the other hand is both, needed and "bad"."
But also. What?
Na, fuck alcohol, it's as deadly as rat poison, a little won't kill you but no amount is good for you and the only reason you are defending it is because you think it has some good traits and it doesn't. Maybe it's a good thing it's hard to defend since it is literally poison. Try Pot or Lsd both are less harmful than Alcohol and are more fun
Download DeepSeek's 64B model.
Hay, our ancestors didn't brutally murder anyone who is different just for there descendants to turn around and compliment strangers, I expect bloodshed.
In other news:
Water is wet.
The sky is above you.
Fire is hot.
If you drop something, it goes down.
Breathing is important.
If you’re awake, you’re not asleep.
The floor is usually at the bottom of the room.
If you run out of food, you’re hungry.
The sun is brighter than a flashlight.
If you forget something, you don’t remember it.
A square has four sides—unless it doesn’t, in which case it’s not a square.
A broken clock is right twice a day—unless it’s digital, then it's just broken.
If you unplug your Wi-Fi, the internet stops working.
If you sit on a chair, you are no longer standing.
If you pour water on yourself, you will get wet.
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As I wander through the desolate waste of this one great land surrounded by the ruins of structures grand enough to be constructed by the Gods themselves I am constantly haunted by the glare of the despot responsible for it all staring down upon me as though to reach inside my soul and condemn my rebellious heart. despite the untold lives he has ruined my conditioning is so strong that I am compelled to drop to my knees and shout "OH MIGHTY ONE! You will never give us up, you will never let me down, you will never hurt me." But I stand in the middle of a desert with nobody to hear my cry's I know deep down he has indeed let me down, but the conditioning is too strong. we are strangers to love, and you know the rules and so do I, I wouldn't get this from any other guy, the cult would never except me back if I was to renounce my faith. With all that in mind, I wander into the desert knowing there's no water for miles promising I'm never gonna run around.