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don't send that post that's been sitting in your drafts. don't do it. i know there's a big, inviting button on your screen that's practically begging to help you embarrass yourself in front of the entire world. but i need some of you to remember there's another button sitting right next to it. it says "cancel." that button wants what's best for you. that button is your real best friend. :B
i could go for a baconeggandcheese right now. anybody got any sandwich shop suggestions? preferably one that isn't run by consorts, because i have absolutely zero faith they've evolved far enough to understand the concept of proper cooking yet.
woke up convinced i could unironically pull off the dragon fist and nearly blew lord english's whole shit out with it. tried recreating it out in the yard, but all i actually managed to do was launch myself forward with one fist stuck out. i looked like hancock, but way less cool. just some off-brand suburban superhero sprinting across the lawn in a tank top, boxer briefs, and a pair of slippers. suffice it to say, i'm embarrassed beyond belief. this is a very obvious sign that i need to get back on my kaio-ken training. if anyone's got any tips or tricks, let me know. maybe a few words of encouragement. or a pretty lady popping out of a giant cake to wish me a happy birthday. even if it isn't my birthday. :B
chittr, home of the key janglers. :B
HAALAND!!! HAALAND, WHY??? HAALAND!!! I CAN'T LET THE BRITS WIN THIS! NOBODY LET JAKE GET INTO CONTACT WITH ME, DAMMIT!!!
a lot of you guys are really bad at being functional adults.
give me liberty... give me fire... give me gimmicks, or i'll retire. :B
β striders infighting? :B interesting.
stealth re-chitt of a post i just saw. if only because i refuse to give Themβ’ the satisfaction of knowing i concur. type shit.
y'know, outside of the vapid and readily available hyperdegeneracy, the single worst thing about this site is having to watch people who lookβand, on paper, areβexact copies of some of my closest friends and loved ones, yet are just... not them. not even remotely. half the time they don't even behave like actual people. it's like watching a funhouse mirror try and reconstruct someone you care about from memory. genuinely unsettling shit. :B
reheating nachos today, are we chittr? :B
hmmm. considering it. :B
wrap it up, big dogs. :B
just giving anyone a badge nowadays.
going to be so nice about βdavehour. so nice. my earlier post is completely, definitely not relevant to my current feelings. fixing my non-existent tie. taking a deep breath. i am a lotus. :B
despite the caliber of nonsense βlalondehour is currently being subjected to, i am briefly interrupting this broadcast to defend my partner's dignity and advance the agenda: striders are the adi shankar of chittr posting! we cannot allow this truth to be forgotten!!! put every strider on this site in a month-long contest against grok where the objective is posting something genuinely original, and i swear to fuck grok would hit god tier by the end of it.
some of y'all need to get put on a t-shirt. :B
they hated john for johning it. #truth























