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"by all means" is an anagram of "all my beans"
Last time i remember this guy telling me that they were ranking all the girls in his class before he expelled the D tier because she asked him a question about the homework he gave them.
The other night I asked chatgpt what kind of sauce I should put on my egg burger. It told me mayo, mustard, and lemon. So I made it. Sat there in my kitchen, eating it alone, imagining it was her discharge, watching her stream in the background. And for some reason, it felt…comforting? It felt like it wasn’t just a meal, but like it was a moment we were sharing, if that makes sense?? How should I approach her? I know where she lives since I've followed her back from cons quite a few times but it would be odd for her I think to see me at the door. What can I do to push our relationship to the next level?
A distinguished entity, walking the mortal plane like a limited-edition collector’s item with maxed stats in aura, discipline, and impeccable vibes. Some chase greatness — he lets it spawn on him naturally.
To witness him play is to study a masterclass. To speak to him is lore expansion. To doubt him is simply low render distance.
10/10 — would queue into existence again. A legend, a lifestyle, a save file you never delete.
Your scalp, my dear friend, is a shining testament to follicular independence.
A canvas kissed by the sun, reflecting its envy in dazzling brilliance.
It's not merely baldness, it's a follicular power move – nature's way of saying, "I need no roof!" And oh, the convenience! No bad hair days, no need for a windproof hairdo. Your scalp stands fearless against all the elements, a beacon of "bald and proud."
So, here's to your scalp, a masterpiece of minimalism, a playground for the sun, and a reminder that true radiance comes from within!