I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Then bring me luck

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

Hey Potato, cure my -ing cold so I can have a good time while away.

Here's the potato. Make what use of it you will. :)

"you are one of gods strongest soldiers" i say, not even believing in either of those institutions

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Then bring me luck

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

Hey Potato, cure my -ing cold so I can have a good time while away.

Here's the potato. Make what use of it you will. :)

God I need this so bad for my Midterm so please let this work again for me.

friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of. 

i hope something good happens to me. i hope something good happens to you too. i hope something good happens to all of us soon

i just can't convey the frustration and sorrow that it's been to grow up at first without the internet and then watching it bloom into this useful, fun, connecting force you sometimes spent time on, only for it to degrade into this constant oppressive waste of time and energy where people are constantly pumping out algorithmically designed content for max algorithmic appeal and even the most simple search generates either no results or an infinite abyss of ai generated slop none of which is usable or correct. we briefly had a library of alexandria and then fed it into a paper shredder so advertisers could sell a random mash of pulp back to us at a premium.

nobody gets me. not because i’m really complicated or anything but because i won’t tell anyone anything real about me

Incredibly fucked up that you have to clean the dust off of fans. You are a machine that creates wind; get your shit together.

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

cause imma punk rocker yes i am (bursts into tears)

are you okay or do most of your sexual desires come from wanting to be wanted

kissing your forehead because i love your weird brain