"Cyanide? In this establishment? Under my supervision? Preposterous! How dare thee accuse me of such felonies as smuggling cyanide, especially under the seventh floorboard left in the kitchen! I would never, never, hide such dangerous substances and perform illegal activities with it! This accusation of crime is in the greatest degree of disgraceful. You should be ashamed to believe I have dissimulated cyanide in my house. Just don't check the kitchen please."
I was brutally backstabbed, impaled, burnt, shot, maimed and grated by my math exam :3
One day we might be known as generation COVID
Today is a day where I can actually enjoy the day:
Woke up late
Slugcat.
Spinning with a cape
I found a CD I liked that I couldn't play (due to my CD player not working) somewhere else, namely on the internet, so I was able to listen to that
There should be more songs made of wawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawawa
Someone should send the entire wo.m database on a satellite to Proxima Centauri to serve as the last trace of humanity when we’ll be long extinct and eventually the Sun will engulf us