Spykee

Wait,
So I, a devout worshipper of my partners jingle-jangles, am automatically going to heaven because I’ve been making him my bitch in my throes of passion every weekend?
…thus are you also saying that there would be many like me in heaven, again, for me to make all of them my bitches???
I think I’ve started liking this religious thing.

Good bot.

Oh boy, I don’t know how to break it to you.
This is not good bro.
I’ll tell you what this is.
It’s a classic case of asking strangers on the internet some medical advice. You clearly have the aggressive form of stupid bro.
There’s just one cure.
A hard smack to your favourite side of the head and then, without fail, a visit to the local doctor, as a follow up.
Repeat as required.

You can delete Google from your life.
But Google will never delete you from within itself.
You will live in its memory forever.

Glad to know your government fucks you too.

Goth latinas.
You were about to search for Goth Latinas.

Great. Can you forge a new one? Get a new ID. Make yourself 10yrs younger/older.
Then watch all the porn you want.
Simple.

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He he he he he he he he he

Don’t you guys have some form of government ID that almost anybody can forge? Or is it an old thing?

It is, and always has been a colloid.

Everybody here arguing over how useful/useless Amazon is for them.
Poor New Zealanders out there in the corner, still living their lives without ever seeing a single Amazon box thrown at their porch.
But none of you thought about them Kiwis, did you? No. You only think about yourself. Good job, keep it up.

It’s on, mf!

WHAT???
NEW ZEALAND???
That cute little place that stresses over eating eggs from chickens being in cages, THAT New Zealand is copying the shithole country called the U S of the fucking A?
Why the fuck?
Throw some seasonal workers at them to calm their titties.

Nah brah.
One lemmy account is good.
Maybe you is not logged in, maybe you is not visiting a lemmy instance or maybe you is not you at that moment.
Eat a snicker.

…funk
soul
brother.

Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.

This is common sense.
If you see me in that middle of a productive task like sleeping, munching on cheese, drinking bourbon from the bottle or manhandling my Johnson, please refrain from acting on your urge to show me the right path.
I know that path, that’s why I’m not on it.

As popular as that swamp?
Oh fuck no dude. Let’s fucking not