You’re not how orbital mechanics work.

Land in ocean, suddenly Tom Hanks is involved.

See? They still landed amongst the stars.

Oh, I’ve touched a horse.

I wish women’s screams still riled me. It’d sure make mornings a lot easier.

As in “FWD: FW: Fwd: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw:?”

Or…?

First, they came for Wordpad, and I did not speak out–because I did not use Wordpad…

They didn’t call it the Constitutional Cumvention for nothing.

You’re gonna want to get some tweezers and collect those bad boys one-by-one, to be safe.

Earth is lovely, it’s humanity I struggle with.

They really should.

Took the words right out of my mouth.

The handful I’ve encountered up-close-and-personal are legitimately miserable. Nice trips, sure. Nice stuff. But the opposite of “joyful” in a very obvious way.

His breakfast Big Mac could still go down wrong this morning.

High-school with no people sounds similar to homeschooling. I’ve known a lot of homeschoolers. I haven’t seen a lot of positive outcomes from homeschooling.

Maybe become a sovereign citizen? YMMV.

I envision a future where historians wonder, “Wtf made women turn out in such large numbers!?” Then they find this post. I think you’ve cracked the code.

You can’t shame that which has no shame.

Mmm, mmm, MMM! DAYUM, girl, I like the way you vote.

I’m taking my hatred-curing pills back with me to feed to my past self so that I stop hating climate change so much.