Jealousy
Inside my own family
Hearing the same lullabies
Choking on genetic ties
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up spread eagle wide
My sisters backside
I’m going to hell.
WeirdGoesPro
joined 2 years ago
Other people here have given you the answer—copy the files somewhere else and run from there—but can you motherfuckers just take a moment to appreciate the filename?
Edit: I had to know!
I Am Motherfucker: Everyone has some insecurities that plague them. Our protagonist is troubled by the size of his equipment. Day after day his friends regale him with their stories of their astronomical packages. Their stamina, unmatched. The length, unrivalled. Unfortunately, our self-conscious self-insert really takes all these stories to heart, feeling quite inadequate, until one fateful day when everything changes!
It was simple really, he was overcome by the masculine urge to adjust his modest manhood, when his friend's mom catches him in the act. She pulls him aside to give him a piece of her mind, which lucky for him involves some friction.
A trend with Windows. Mac and Linux have no problem showing you what you’re saving. Literally every other operating system that I know of has better decision making than Windows. Hell, even the file storage on an iPhone shows you the extension.
It’s so you won’t see them sprinkle crack on the dead black man like Salt Bae.
I think, upon closer inspection, you’ll find that you were actually talking to a large mouth bass named Billy. Excellent singer too.
The same Winston Churchill who was just fine with starving a million Indians to death? Or is it the Winston Churchill who thought Mussolini’s body deserved more dignified treatment? Definitely can’t have people disapproving of that guy…
Technically, he kind of was…
Yes.
If you’d asked me in 2008, I would have said no.
That’s the renovation—a sex swing in the Oval Office.
They are literally referencing a live chat though—when you see it recorded on YouTube you aren’t always seeing what they see. Most times I have seen people say “chat”, it is because they are literally looking at a chat room screen, or they are saying it somewhat ironically to reference the community of chatters that they typically interact with.
Furthermore, the way those chats work is sort of like an anonymous hive mind rather than individual users, so people say “chat” to refer to the meta-consensus of comments rather than an individual. If you imagine their community as a summer camp, it is the same energy as saying “good evening campers” when addressing the hoarde of identical kids in scout uniforms—their identity is being addressed as a group.
Unpopular opinion: sheltering kids from everything traumatic is only delaying the trauma until a time that they are out of the house and don’t have family around. Running across graphic content occasionally online is a facet of modern life. They’ll cross that bridge eventually, no matter what you do, so you might as well be around when it happens to provide support and context.
Do you want to run out of hot water? Because that’s how you run out of hot water.