Because it finds everyone that writes creepypastas about them, eats them, then erases everyone’s memory of reading it.
Because it finds everyone that writes creepypastas about them, eats them, then erases everyone’s memory of reading it.
As the owner of a Jeep Wrangler, I feel both called out and proud…
In the old old days, this was referred to as “religion” and was used to keep “those people” in their “place”…
So Italy is trying to kick France in the nuts?
…seems legit. Carry on.
He knows his wife likes the meatballs, but isn’t going to order her own, so he eats two, claims he’s stuffed, and let’s her have the last one.
He actually is stuffed, because the ones she saw him eat were actually numbers 7 & 8 and she’s happy because she gets a meatball without ordering extra food.
So wholesome!
He’s an amateur, he typed out “ate” instead of using “8”!
The only thing worse is when people grab one edge of a disc in the case and just rip it out instead of using the release button in the middle.
I got a $50 EOL Chromebook that I loaded CinnaMint (it’s right there… Why say "Mint Cinnamon "…) on.
I use it as my sketchy torrent getting machine, Because if something goes wrong, oh well.
I always took it as Tidus being intentionally over the top & awkward to get Yuna to laugh for real, which does happen at the end of the scene. It was purposely ridiculous.
Other common retail phrases:
Workin’ hard or hardly workin’?
How are you today?
If it doesn’t scan, that means it’s free!
It’s all fun & games until your shin muscles start to cramp as well…
I’ve gotten the Hamstring/quads combo cramp a couple times and falling over, screaming, and not being able to move is an experience.
That sounds like something a spambot would be programmed to say
He has Tourette’s.
You are now on HR’s “list” to be fired over something petty and inconsequential.
Cop: “I’m not wrangling Edward Penishands… Send the rookie”
This happens 14 times before Sgt Steroids shows up and takes the guy down with his buff eyelids.
I’m imagining obvious fire damage and a chalk outline of intern Redshirt in front of the machine…
Oh God, the amount of people lining up to buy an OF persons meat…
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