Chookitypok

If true, Trump must have very clean boots and bum right now. The CLEANEST. Mark Rutte has a tremendous tongue. Gets in every nooks and crannies.

Some time ago, I thought “fuck courtesies” and began to answer with how I really feel. It’s now one of my (sadistic) little pleasures to see the uneasy face of someone that just received “oh, I feel like a ton of shit *fake smile*” as a reply. And it’s just adorable when someone cares enough to genuinely ask what’s going on. You find who you can count on if things really go south.

Mangadex got a DMCA notice recently, which resulted in a huge takedown. Something like 25% of their chapters I read somewhere.

Contextually, your comment did sound as if you were framing the article as the opposite of what it says based only on the thumbnail, instead of calling out libs. The heat made me twitchier than usual. My apologies.

Read the fucking paper before commenting…

I swear, it happens all the fucking time. I’ve thought of some made-up answers in order to not sound dumber than I am and yet, every other interactions there’s still a wormhole that siphons my mind…

The Netanyahoo pot is calling the Khamenei kettle black. It’s beyond irony.

What basing your beauty standards on hentai does to a motherfucker.

Hey, 175cm isn’t that small! His son is taller anyway, but I digress 🤓

So you’re a fucking psychopath, huh?

Does that mean he knowingly brought his meatshield son to meet the pedo taco? I’m so shocked!

Do you want to bait all the pitbull haters? Because that’s how you bait all the pitbull haters.

Thanks but I already knew she was a piece of shit.

Nothing beats that one I had when I was around 8.

I was spending a few days at my aunt’s place. She lived in an apartment building and my best friend lived a couple floors up. At evening, my aunt tells me that my mom is waiting for me at my friend’s place. So I take the elevator, go up there, get out of it and see that the door is wide open. I get inside and there’s only my mom there, in the middle of the living room. The situation finally weirds me out, why would she come here and where’s my friend and her family? When I ask those questions, it gets weirder: whatever I have in front of me isn’t behaving like my mom, worse, even though it tries to smile, tries to sound reassuring, that thing looks at me with predator’s eyes. I ask it “who are you?” which makes it take a step toward me, still smiling. Fight-or-flight response triggers and I get the shit out of there, slamming the door on my way out (thanks dream for also locking it). While I’m frantically pressing the elevator button, whatever’s wearing my mom’s skin bashes at the door, trying to get out while hurling insults at me in that cliché demonic voice. Fortunately, I woke up just as the thing broke through it.

I once torn my left shoulder’s rotator cuff. How? By jumping while extending my right arm to touch the ceiling 🤣

Final Space.