Everything falls apart for ten melancholically euphoric seconds.

You should probably call her.

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Then everything comes back to you and you think to your depraved mind instead

"Hey, this would make a half decent AT shitpost"

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You would probably be better off had you drank your microplastic juice but, alas here you are.

The irony is not within the shitpost, as is so often the case, but within you, it is you

You, and I, and we, are the irony, the silly story, the archetypal goofy goobers

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inshallah

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This exact scenario happened fifteen minutes ago

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Enjoy

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Album soo on n swag