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Please, fellow rationalists, help me. I just cannot believe I said the “g” word on accident. I didn’t mean it. I’m very disappointed in myself, I think I need to go to science camp or something. evolutionary pressures sure did a number on my coordination, What if I start mistaking anecdotes for evidence? What if next time, I say “Jsus chrst” instead of “neil degrasse tyson”? I don’t like religion or anything related to religion. What if I’m secretly a diest? what should I do? Is my foreskin going to DISAPPEAR??
Yours truly
-an athiest (?)
314 11 Jun @ 5:33am
life is burger
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life is burger
She said shes off to pee while were watching a movie, now shes been gone 5 minutes and i knew something was up, i knocked on the door and asked if everything is ok, she said yes she'll be right out...her voice was labored and i became suspicious...so i yelled "IM COMING IN!' she screamed no but there was no stopping this, i smashed through the door and i see her sitting on the toilet seat, i told her to get the ♥♥♥ up, she didnt so i threw her off, i looked inside the toilet...just as i suspected, a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ log, ♥♥♥♥♥ u better pray this isnt yours. i looked around and saw no pet in site, I KNOW THIS IS UR POOP U ♥♥♥♥♥, she screamed at me that im crazy and that shes calling the cops, all the while toilet paper in her hands. i told her no need to call the cops, im breaking up with u u some kinda poop ♥♥♥♥♥. and that was that. I feel like a new man and off to find a woman who doesnt poop.
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Requirements to date me:
120+ IQ.
Emotional maturity
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Now that we've established this, this also implies that you own a sweater. Then, let's say that hypothetically, someone pulls on the thread of this theoratical sweater. Therefore, the sweater starts to come undone. Am I not correct? So this would mean that you'd start to unravel and I think you'd agree with me here if I said that soon you'd be lying on the floor, naked. So what has this shown us? That you are you, you be, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, you are. Libtards: owned.