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AVAST YE AN' HEED ME WARNING, MATEYS! Farrrr from me to hang the jib, aye, but me own transfiguratin' 'speriments up in ye Crow's Nest have Ran a Rig on me, landlubber me am, an' MAROONED ME NORMAL RHETORIC IN DAVY JONES' LOCKER!

yarrr...orcs and pirates be semiotic neighbors, ye rough and tumble carousers. Aye, tuskless another day. Scupper me gay baka life

theres a new villain roaming around new york that has all the powers of a tapir. give me an hour or two im gonna go google what the fuck tapirs do ill let you know if we need to be scared

OK it seems if you are fruits or berries this is really really bad news for you otherwise youre fine

My dad was a public defender when I was a child and he would have to drive all over the district to visit various defendants in various jails which I thought was very interesting and I liked to hear about his experiences in various jails and how different they all were. He drove me to school every day and sometimes I’d skip in and tell my classmates “My dad is going to the jail in [TOWN/CITY] today!” mind you, I went to public school in a not very nice little town so my teacher’s first thought wasn’t lawyer, she had other students with incarcerated parents. This was also occurring in the south where everyone is nosy as fuck so she eventually called my mother, presumably to scope out why her husband was a jail bird and if the chargers were relevant to me and my education in any way. My mom had to explain that my dad wasn’t an inmate who kept getting transferred and that going to jail is his job.

So your teacher called home because she wanted to know your personal business?????????????????

She worded it more like “Your child keeps telling his classmates that his father is going to jail, I wanted to touch bases and see if everything is alright at home.” you know, pretend concern for my social wellbeing. But I know she was just nosy and my mom picked up on that immediately.

I bet she went home every night and told her husband “We need to pray for one of my students, he definitely has some sort of undiagnosed something and his daddy is always in jail.”

I love you guys but I think a lot of you are the kind of people who are susceptible to falling in with a cult.

You’re right. We should all band together under a trustworthy and influential leader who can keep us safe from outside threats

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why is Uruguay the same. they didnt change Uruguay. thats just Uruguay this doesn't make any sense

uruguay isnt gay enough for you?

turning a big dial taht says "pjackk is banned" on it and constantly looking for approval like a contestant on the price is right

hey you. teenage girl writing in her diary. quit talking about the boy you have a crush on and start writing about the current political situation, the valuation of currencies, and the level of technology your people hold. your diary might be the only piece of evidence our society existed after nuclear war fries all of our data backups. future historians don't need to know about damian, they need at least a secondhand accounts of the great water wars and whether or not your leaders truly did worship a deity called "the free hand of the market"

Keep writing about your crush Teenaged Girl. About your clothes, and how that other girl wore the same dress as you. Paint me a picture of what you were like.

Historians are going to hear about Damian and they're gonna LIKE IT

Make those future Historians reverse engineer the socioeconomic hierarchies of the 21st century from dreamy descriptions of Damian's current fashions. It's giving them enrichment.

Talk about the things you want to talk about. You never know what mysteries your diary might solve in future generations bc you are the only person who talks about something that other people thought was too obvious to talk about, like whatever that third condiment dish that used to be on the table with salt and pepper was for.

It was mustard. There's actually a decent number of advertisements and household guides and so forth that give details.

As a professional historian who just spent my morning reading through people's diaries, I'd love to learn about Damian, actually. Tell me all about how much you hate the teachers in X class and what's happening on your social media feed and all that daily life shit. If your writing is going to be the last record of a lost society, let it be real and let it be human.

they exhumed our dead wife…

nvm cremated again

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