Your royal peaness
PointAndClique
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Counterpoint: good joke 
Id eat it looks yum
Lmao a priori fallacy presuming I luv you in the first place 
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very cool Mr Falcon
My question is how is your relationship with Octoman
Faptain Calcon straight up jorkin it
I'm also usually watching for opportunities to pass, so I'm watching them feet like I'm Quentin Tarantino
Lmaoooo. That does make me wonder if spatial awareness is just one of those things that people assume is 'innate' or 'common sense' but actually has to be taught/nurtured. I'm super fucking clumsy cos my arms are lankly kong long, but I do dance and having to be not only conscious of myself and others but kinda like you say, im guessing the need to the speed/synch with others has spilled over into other parts of my life.
Sorry folks the deprogram is certified 
Pew pew pew gunna get you with the bean shooters
Actually you forgot to carry the two in your algebeanic equation - your rocket ship will explode
Beanzinga
Taste testing a $1c beanis and a $1 million beans
Beanzinga
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I'm warning you, there's a malicious space warlock lurking around these parts cursing people [SCI FI VERSION]
(hexbear.net)
you approach a copse of gnardled space trees, an smattering of soace ravens is startled by your approach and take wing. You hear heaving and grunting coming from within...
An evil space wizard? Yes i am one such accursed by them. My fate is now to push this heavy space sphere to the top of the space hill only to have it collapse in spectacular and predictable fashion for eternity. Alas and alack . Heed the warning.
unsettled, you push ahead, the thought of being cursed to inescapable futility is a space stone you cannot push from your mind.
a dark finger rises ahead of you. A basalt space tower. It sits at the centre of a stone space disc that becomes the fundament before you. Like a reviled space sundial constructed to catch the light of a dying space sun. You approach the foot of the digit. The stairs to ascend bear a deep middle groove, but space moss space mold and space mildew have profundicated along the cold space stone, suggesting that whoever resides therein rarely sallies forth.
A be-bearded individual sits at a stone space slab, eyes fixated upon a spectral space sphere in front of them. It projects an arcane filtered space light of turquoise and magenta onto the space wall behind them. Casting your eyes to the space space beside the figure you encounter a scroll. Words surface unabated upon the surface of the space parchment inked by no human hand.
The hooded space one speaks: It is not me. I be not he. I am just space orb pondering space wizard. But do heed the space warning about the Evil doer his designs are inscrutable 
Now make thee scarce, these space scritterings and flitterings within the space globe do vex me
The sense of unease that was not but a space bean in the recess of your mind has now sprouted. A vine grows forth. From the south-and-east a chill space wind blows. As though a shadow were lifted, a clarion thought pierces through the space fog. I must go to The Space Lake
No ill befalls you. No space souls make themselves known to you. Your destination is clear even if your goal eludes you.
You follow the space creek that feeds the body of water. Space field becomes soace hill becomes space loam becomes space dune and the lake lays before you. Space sword grass and space sedge choke the mouth of the feeble space stream. Emenating from within, you hear a croak. Then another. And a third. You are drawn inexorably to the sound...
the evil space warlock junps out and turns you into a space toad lmao
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I'm warning you, there's a malicious warlock lurking around these parts cursing people
(hexbear.net)
you approach a copse of gnardled trees, an smattering of ravens is startled by your approach and take wing. You hear heaving and grunting coming from within...
An evil wizard? Yes i am one such accursed by them. My fate is now to push this heavy sphere to the top of the hill only to have it collapse in spectacular and predictable fashion for eternity. Alas and alack . Heed the warning.
unsettled, you push ahead, the thought of being cursed to inescapable futility is a stone you cannot push from your mind.
a dark finger rises ahead of you. A basalt tower. It sits at the centre of a stone disc that becomes the fundament before you. Like a reviled sundial constructed to catch the light of a dying sun. You approach the foot of the digit. The stairs to ascend bear a deep middle groove, but moss mold and mildew have profundicated along the cold stone, suggesting that whoever resides therein rarely sallies forth.
A be-bearded individual sits at a stone slab, eyes fixated upon a spectral sphere in front of them. It projects an arcane filtered light of turquoise and magenta onto the wall behind them. Casting your eyes to the space beside the figure you encounter a scroll. Words surface unabated upon the surface of the parchment inked by no human hand.
The hooded one speaks: It is not me. I be not he. I am just orb pondering wizard. But do heed the warning about the Evil doer his designs are inscrutable
Now make thee scarce, these scritterings and flitterings within the globe do vex me
The sense of unease that was not but a bean in the recess of your mind has now sprouted. A vine grows forth. From the south-and-east a chill wind blows. As though a shadow were lifted, a clarion thought pierces through the fog. I must go to The Lake
No ill befalls you. No souls make themselves known to you. Your destination is clear even if your goal eludes you.
You follow the creek that feeds the body of water. Field becomes hill becomes loam becomes dune and the lake lays before you. Sword grass and sedge choke the mouth of the feeble stream. Emenating from within, you hear a croak. Then another. And a third. You are drawn inexorably to the sound...
the evil warlock junps out and turns you into a toad lmao
Side q: did this mon ever have a big moment after Whitney's gym?
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