The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
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Taking shit seriously around here
2·2 years agoThey destroyed Fitbit. It was just to kill competitors. I’ve had so many issues with Google hardware it’s insane.
It’s like when you stop hanging out with your girlfriend in hopes she breaks up with you. Technically you didn’t break up with her.
4·2 years agoEAT RECYCLED FOOD
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She spun in her head though. That’s kinda impressive. Right?
Missing the dudes dick hitting the bar, Raygun and Gojira.
431·2 years agoAs somebody with experience being on tour and playing shows every night and having a mic in front of you. Maybe a little toasted on stage as well. You tend to say things that you normally wouldn’t. High energy, adrenaline, trying to keep the crowd entertained and think on your toes. You can say things right as they come to you without full consideration.
From the corner of my eye, I thought this was going to be a picture of The Deep.
Edit: spelling hehe
1·2 years agoI love that the post is programmer heven and the comments bring the horror. Lol
436·2 years agoLove them. There are tons on unnecessary things we do.
This looks like an image from a dream I can’t remember
That’s how you get to the dead world in bettleguise
We read the backs of shampoo bottles.