How About We Do Something About Your Face.
I propose a gail force wind fart
Or a swirlie
The ghost of NotErisma.
My ancestors haunt all the crackers, especially the ones who own land and certainly if they are land leeches.
How About We Do Something About Your Face.
I propose a gail force wind fart
Or a swirlie
>your body, my choice. Forever
I hope he gets crushed by a bus jumping a curb
John Trolling
Maybe
I’m tired of voting and the libs who shame me for not voting. I’m also tired of feeling powerless and overwhelmed by the state of things. I’m just going to keep doing my thing and help my local community by driving my bus then use the money I earn to contribute in mutual aid.
Bump volcel police
Høte
Whééls
bong badong badong bobong!
(Me haphazardly attempting a ditsy ukulele commercial type beat)
“Just one more pod! Please I can solve traffic with one more pod, just one more pod, just a pod bro, give me your taxpayer money for the pod bro please”
~Melon musky, probably
Trains, buses, and walkable spaces pal.
But don’t let facts get in the way of a big brain bideo game narrative from a car salesman
What happened here I’m clueless
Every accusation is a confession
Will this work on cars (asking for a friend)
I like how ocelot lost his arm to grey fox then sewed liquids arm on his body so now liquid just casually posses him sometimes
The existence of a metal gear solid implies there’s also a metal gear gas, liquid, and plasma
NoooOoOooooo
What about ??? They’re cool
And their name derives from an indigenous word