Sometimes I think about how easy it is to fuck up a kid.
Like. I could just lie to them constantly--
Tommy, my fictional son: *holding an apple* What's this, Baba?
Me: Ah, that right there is a schmidalflapper.
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it is so funny that apparently outie irving is like deep in the conspiracy and making clandestine phone calls and sending carefully crafted subliminal messages to his innie and meanwhile innie irving has just been living a gay romantic drama and trying to fuck his coworkers. barely even going "hey what's up with this goo"
Hey Patrick, I thought of something funnier than 2024
Welcome back to 2016
Congrats, we're all time travelers now.
h0ld up
some0ne confirm