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Because the useful news is too depressing these days.
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Like my mother used to say…
It’s always the last place you look.
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Not my idea of a stylish pendant, or pin for that matter.
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Sounds like the perfect vacation spot to me.
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Love it.
Going old school to deter cheating.
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Now, that… would be impressive.
As well as terrifying.
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If the average male height in America is 5’9… and you multiply that by a barnacle equivalent of 8? You get an almost 46 foot long human member.
See?
Terrifying.
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In ancient Fiji, it was crustacean shells. Can you imagine what kind of leftover food islands we’re building now?
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If it’s on my daily breakfast banana? That bowl of oatmeal just got a lot more interesting…
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I’m going with the typewriters and the wombats for this week.
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You can’t go wrong with wombats.
They’re delightful.
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That was a brilliant idea about using typewriters to avoid AI presentations!
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Old school!
Heck, I remember getting in trouble for having a calculator in my purse, now these kids have access to handheld computers. I sympathize with teachers.
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Me too actually! Human intelligence is being phased out!
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I totally agree with you!
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😱😱😱Where do you find these things!!!!!!
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It’s a gift..
🤣
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Hahahahaha!
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OK I’ll make this snappy, we all have places to go.
My G-spot is located between my ears, more like Freud than Grafenberg.
Ancient food? Weaverville Steak and Shake
“Barnacles” is a mild expletive widely used by the denizens of Bikini Bottom, often interchanged with “Tartar sauce.
The analog word processor is brilliant. Don’t forget the wite-out
Wombats? Wombats
Your Mom’s right; it is in the last place you look. That’s because you found it. Smart girl.
Now I’m ready for the world; Good one, Riv, thank you.
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Your algorithm has a certain slant this week…
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It definitely did.
I blame the pickles…
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“It’s always the last place you look.” You had me dying!! 🤣🤣🤣
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My mother said that EVERY single time.
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Of course it is always in the last place you look, because, hopefully, once you find it, you stop looking.
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Hopefully.
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I smashed half a banana into my oatmeal this morning – ‘fraid to ask the Freudian implications!
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Uh oh.
🤣
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Are they absolutely certain that the Roman Penis does not belong to a barnacle?
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Good question…
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The barnacles bring new meaning to the term “penis envy.”
I love, love the typewriter idea!
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A simple but elegant solution.
The typewriter, not the penis.
😉
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😂
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How could one procreate with a barnacle-proportioned schlong? You’d lose consciousness from blood rushing away from your head before you could even get started…
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You would think…
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Or maybe not (be able to) think…
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