I have no ideological hang-ups about scripture lifted from Biblical Buzzfeed type interrogatives, but it cannot be presented without qualifiers that my answers were slightly exaggerated for the purposes of trying to achieve at least something of merit. I did not anticipate being called a lardass in no uncertain terms for my simple appreciation of an agrarian style grazing approach to taking life as it comes. Greed. Ninety percent. Gluttony. Eighty five percent. Oh. I like nice things and prefer not to starve in this capitalist hellscape that prioritizes stepping over fallen comrades or driving a fork in their back rather than lending a hand to help. How putrid of me. How can my irredeemable gold coin satchel lust ever be sated? Sloth. I had something witty to say about this but do not feel like typing it. This should be patently self-evidenced in its falsehood. Pride. Seventy percent. Oh no. They docked me points for being too humble. Better luck next time. Not like I would need such skeptically regarded superstitions to succeed by my own merits. Lust. Ninety percent. The average Chittr user lusts circles around me. Big. Pendulous. Breast shaped circles. Strictly taxonomically speaking. Envy and Wrath. Both seventy percent. Perfect equilibrium. I hate you. Give me everything you got in the cash register. I could be a Batman villain. Scoot over, Satan. There is a new bad bitch in damnation town. Now if you will excuse me. I have a spiritual power nap to partake in.
sleepy bitch disease patience of zero lmao