our rituals are rich in situational irony

i went to the intersection of the sacred and the profane and everybody knew you

i mean in all fairness there's only like 100-125 concepts max so once you've got those down everything makes perfect sense

the irredeemable pervert is generally well regarded among their friends for their insightful thoughts and all around pleasant demeanour

i think being proud of where you come from is one of those things that becomes fun the more specific you get. like "proud to be english" bad rancid vibes. makes you sound like the kind of person who rants about immigrants. "proud to be from yorkshire" better vibes. i cannot deny the yorkshire cultural heritage. "proud to be from pocklington" absolutely fucking hilarious please never let anybody kill your pocklington pride.

casting spell of : i dont think that's true