Yes, it is, because fuck that li’l Musky cumstain.

Yeah, but is that how she prefers to burble “Daddy”?

That’s a no-tip clip.

Dishitter.

Now, that’s clever. 🤪

“Vegetarian days”?

Do you know how privileged that sounds? That’s what most of the entire world considers normal, or even lucky, and you’re up in arms because the privilege you’ve grown accustomed to is being sapped by others for their own gain?

Wake the fuck up, white boy. You were never any different in the eyes of your owners.

edit: Silly me, forgetting what “majority rule” means. My bad, brah.

Similar to the water:piss ratio regarding (US?) swimming pools, insofar as the knowledge that the “nostalgic” smell of swimming pools is not the comforting presence of chlorine so many believe it to be, and is in fact the confirmation of a volume of piss in the water that is rapidly nearing the extent of said chlorine’s capacity to neutralize (sapped also by ceaseless sunshine & innumerable contaminants hitching rides on patrons’ oblivious meatsacs).

In short: if you smell “pool”, someone(s) have pissed in it. A lot.

That’s a whole lot of talk from a blithely privileged perspective, cishet citizen. Sophomoric in its rigidity and pride, no less. I hope you find the wisdom and compassion to grok this. Soon.

FFS. Are you 12?

Your argument is shit and you know it. Jog on.

So many logical fallacies to unpack, and no formatting to assist in legibility? Nah, I’m good.

Cradle*

Because, as I’ve already stated above: Heaven’s existence is inherently predicated on the knowledge of “sin”, and therefore a soul-themed credit score. Rhymes with “karma”, maybe. Who knows? Any way you spice it, credit makes heaven — that is, if innumerable denominations, et al, are any proof of. 🤷🏽‍♂️

You know it does. Where do you think “virginity” was invented? Hell is where the parties’re at and there’s no inherent need for a currency system in that dynamic. Heaven, on the other hand, is founded on an imaginary and largely arbitrary credit system. Ergo, money exists there.

I wish I were in the timeline he’s still alive in.

Might go for a walk!

Which, IIRC, insinuated that their mother was a snackish breeder and their father was a gin drunk. (Also, that she was past tense?)

Please don’t give the overlords ideas. “Minimum wage” as a currency? Talk about dystopian present, damn.