“Sing About Me, I'm Dying Of Thirst” just drink some water bozo 
the lesson we should all learn from this whole will smith slapping chris rock situation is you should never feature in youtube rewind or else it will cause a domino effect that will end in you obliterating your career in the most ridiculously dumb way possible
Because of the Will Smith slap, fans are calling for Universal to retire the Men In Black attraction at their theme park. What the heck has happened to our society lol
The wheels on the bus go round and round all day long in a never ending loop of turning incapable of breaking the cycle. Any attempt to break away from this brutal limbo are futile. There is no hope. These wheels are bound 2 this curse forever, paying a debt they do not even remember anymore. Time is a meaningless construct to these wheels, no matter how many turns they go through, no matter how many flat tires, the wheels keep turning. They just won't stop turning. Kids sing this song in a light-hearted way - a unified communication between the youth of our society. What they don't know of is the gutteral, perpetual slog that these wheels go through. They are blissfully unaware of the brutality that the wipers endure. They swish in a purgatory of agony, unable to unshackle themselves from this brutal world. The horn on the bus has endured so much trauma, beeping constantly - the faint screams of pain uttered from its unending hell. And yet they are unaware, the people on the bus chatter and the babies wah while the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. All. Day. Long.
NOOOOO MY CLOUT I AM NOTHING WITHOUT MY OH SO PRECIOUS CLOUT. WITHOUT CLOUT THERE IS NO REASON TO BREATHE. I LIVE FOR CLOUT. I REQUIRE SUSඞTENANCE AND THAT IS CLOUT! CLOUT IS THE ONLY THING THAT CAN MAINTAIN ME. WITHOUT CLOUT I AM A WRECK, WEAK AND WORTHLESS. IF I DON'T HAVE MY SWEET SWEET DELICIOUS CLOUT THEN DO I EVEN EXIST? WILL I BE REMEMBERED?! WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS, FAMILY AND THE WORLD REMEMBER ME BY IF I DO NOT HAVE A SUFFICIENT AMOUNT OF CLOUT?! I DO NOT WANT TO BE FORGORTTEN 
BECAUSE OF A LACK OF CLOUT. I WANT TO BE KNOWN AS THE CLOWN WITH ALL THE CLOUT!!!!
What if instead of Bruce Banner turning into the Hulk he turned into a Floridian?
Imagine being Elon Musk, one of the richest men on the planet, and willingly paying what I imagine is a ludicrous amount of cash for a 10% stake in a website as absolutely horrible and miserable as Twitter. Legit is a bigger wasteof.money than buying a NFT.
I’m more disgraced than Will Smith :(
@auriali not only lost the battle, but the war. They have failed to continue their legacy, and have only dug themselves a deeper hole as further ratios bury their apology.
As such has taken place, I hereby, as speaking for the community, denounce @auriali as any form of ‘simga’ figure, and from hence forth, they are no longer allowed to contribute in the weekly sigma meetings.
I made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement, and I don’t expect to be forgiven. I’m simply here to apologise. My use of the ratio was unwarranted, and I am deeply sorry for all the pain and fear I striked in the hearts of wasteof users by threatening to do the Gangnam Style. The intent is never to be heartless, cruel, or malicious. Like I said I made a huge mistake. I don’t expect to be forgiven, I’m just here to apologise. I'm ashamed of myself. I’m disappointed in myself. And I promise to be better. I will be better. Thank you. Bazinga.
you think you can ratio me @cali? you can't. I am above ratios. some would dare say I am a golden ratio - as I am as valuable as gold. you are a mere spec of dust compared to my monolithic ratio-ing powers. tremble in fear mortal, for I am Auriali, the bringer of the Gangnam Style.
blocked
RT @auriali block this ratio
If Jabba The Hutt invented his own language it would be called Jabbanese.
can't wait for the queen's next birthday where she gets a firing squad to whip and nae nae for her amusement as it is broadcast live on national television.
my favourite twenty one pilots song is the one where he screams about having his car radio stolen because i’m the person who stole it and i'm glad it torments him enough to make a song about it