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You know what, if I believed the world went on forever and ever and ever in all unfathomable directions without end, without borders, without maps, without name or comprehension all the way out into the end of days forever, I think I'd also paint the handprints of my loved ones over everything we could touch

"the three dots on the side" call her by her REAL NAME.. Meatballs Menu

im gonna say it now so everyone in my notes stops arguing over this. meatballs menu is three dots side-by-side. kebab menu is three dots up and down. bento menu is an array of 9 dots in a square shape. hamburger menu is three lines horizontally. Yes there are others but none of them are nearly as prevalent so i dont care enough to list them. goot bye

Literally what they're called btw this post isn't a bit

Computer programmers are perpetually famished

got 30 ish free tangerines and they're not easy peel clementines but my lust for them is undimin is dhed. my hands are covered in juice. as is my phone. and my self. and my table. but such is the price of free tsngerone. i stopped tyoing this posy 4 time to eat anothrt tangerine

im swimming at the lake and accidentally kicked a fish. this has never happened in my many years of swimming. sorry man

I don't rly understand the whole 6 7 thing but I must say I'm glad to know they're still releasing new funny numbers. 420 and 69 had been shouldering a lot of weight for a long time.

I think a lot of people are pro-life because they know they would have been aborted, that is secretly their motivation and not actually a misguided interpretation of Christian theology or a belief that life begins at conception. They’re say shit like “What if your mom aborted you?” like, okay I wouldn’t be here, that really wasn’t on the table because my parents really wanted me and was on fertility treatments to try to have me. Would your mom have aborted you? Is that what this is all about, you wouldn’t have been born if your mother wasn’t coerced/forced to carry you to term and give birth to you so you feel like everyone else should be forced to give birth to their annoying baby?

Whenever they gave us one of those "read through ALL the instructions before you begin!" trick assignments in school where the steps lead you on an increasingly ridiculous goose chase until the final one tells you to just put your name on the paper and turn it in without doing anything else, I was always like, "Okay, but what's the point? Surely the REAL world won't be anything like this." And then I grew up and discovered that not only is the real world often exactly like that, some people won't even read the first line of the instructions even if they make perfect sense. And these people are called "co-workers"