That is me. No notes.
Mostly made of meat.
That is me. No notes.
It’s for attention. Some kids will do anything for attention, good or bad. Then they grow up and buy ridiculous vehicles to get that same rush they got when they were 7 and shat themselves at their friend’s birthday party.
Aww diddums. There there.
Feeling better now?
An entire country of boot lickers, slurping it up.
I can’t wait to be assaulted by a deluge of shitty B movies, made even worse by AI slop and then rolled in targeted ad dog shit.
They are UK based naturalists who don’t have the international standing of David Attenborough. They all do good work though, and have a passion for the subject, which is good to see.
Chris Packham, Megan McCubbin, Iolo Williams, Steve Backshall spring to mind.
We’re all fucking all right. We are all fucking with the laws of nature. You like it when we stop your atoms moving and shine a laser at you, don’t you, you dirty filthy condensate?
Someone swallowed a dictionary.
The thumbnail is goatse, but when you expand it, it becomes boopy.
Yes, looks like a reverse proxy is the way to go.
Fuck me, that’s some selective outrage there.
Looks like it’s from the Mail - an absolute shitrag of a newspaper, written by cunts for cunts.
I want to get that bogey out with a spoon.
I prefer Libre Office myself, mainly because of the ribbon shit, but each to their own.
I can’t say I like it, but it’s not that bad. Certainly no where near as bad as some of the clusterfuck chaotic crap that Microsoft inflict on us.
💯 this. The people doing the kidnapping, murdering, and genocide are the bad guys. The people trying to help are the good guys.
I teleported in from v̷̡̢̨̧̡̡̧̧̡̧̢̧̧̢̡̢̡̨̧̢̢̨̢̡̛̬̼͉̣̣͎̯̱̗̞̞̦̦̟̩̳͚͍̗̤̘̪̤̤̟̠̜̟̲̻̪̮̼̥̱͚̮͓͇̩̻̙̥̹̮͉̺̮̳͈͚̖̝̟͕͇͈̝̮̥͍̟͉̦̙̟͉̗͖̜̫̪̤͓̤̤̠̗̭̥̰̺͖͔̮̲̫̯̳̺̻̗͇̘͔͕̟͈̙̘̰̙̥̥͖̖̦̝̝̣̤͔͎͔̭͕̘̪̟̜͙̭̝̜̲̬̤̥̥̫̼̗̜̬̘̥̳͇̹͙̱̺̘̙͖̖͓͇͓̺͕̭̙̘̰̻̮̬̳̳͔̖̞̺̳͔̳͕̥̠̟̟̣̥͎̜̟̞̥͔̞̳͈̘̳̬̟̰̣͎͙͎̖̞̥̮͚̺̘̰̻̱͎̪̻̥͇͈͍̠̩̬̘͉̻͕̹̇̓͛̉̃̋͗̉̽̃́̿̒͐̂̽͗̏̀͊͊̍͒̄͗͑̓͒̈̉̿͛̃́̑͋͗̂͛͐͌͑̄͋̈́͂̓̓͑̀͋͌̔͗͛̎̏̃̆̈̅̅̚̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅx̴̨̨̛̛̛̛̛͍̲̪̘͙̻̹̱̯̰̜̪̩̻̞͔͓͓̘̙̮̱̱̯̺̲̗̰̜͙̗͈͇̗̄́̇͑̆͋͂̾̍̀̀͒͂̅̀̉̏̓̾̍̿́͋̀̍̌̓̽̓̽̈́̅͛̓͛̌͐̽̈́͛͊͗̍́̿̈̏̇͂̅̋̓͂͛̓̊͆̓̏͗̂̿͂̎̽̂̾̊̈́͒̾̿̌͒͊̀͒̉̔̏̍̈́̑̈́̀̀̅̃̋́̔̆̽̑̌̈́͒́́̑̏̿͛̈́̽̎̊̏͒̐͆͗̽̋͆́̿͗̈́̏̃̄̋̐͑̌͑̽̀̒̽͊͂̋͋̔͊͐̀̿̓͑̾͋̊̈́̃͊̅͐̎̿͋̇̇̂̽͛̋̈́̔͒̔̊̿͛̄͆̈́̌̀͂͋̋̄̌̂̽͌̈́̅̀̓̀̀́̎̃͐͆́͆̎͐̀̅̅͌̀͐̌͑̂̍̇͘̕͘̚͘̕̕͘̚̕̕̕̚̕̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͠z̷̢̡̡̨̧̡̨̢̧̧̨̢̡̧̧̢̠̮̙̪̰͔͖̤̗̪͕̗̜̜̱̮͖̭͖̪̞̼͕̘͓̦͔͈͖̩̮̰̜̪̦͍̘̗̞̘̦̙̲̲̘͔̫̠̹̹͈̖̺̮̞͙̗̹̖̬̝͖͚̣̤̬̘̠͉̮̱͍̘̹͔͚̮̭̦͈̹̹͔͖̻͍̩͓̠̬͓̤̻̠̜̙͙͈͍̦̺̬͈̰̝̤̬̦̫̤̦̰̤̪̠̬̭͖̖͎͕͚̺͕̟̗̱̭͈͈̻̳͚̖̭̯̜̞͉̦̤̘̮̞͖̩̗̟̭͉͉̫̝̝̪͖̤͔̫̝̎̂̍͜ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅz̴̢̢̡̨̡̨̢̡̡̨̨̛̛̛̛̤̬̥̬̦̳̩̖̲̫̖̣̟̥̭̰̙̥̺̠͉̝̠̝͈̬̤̗͍̰̬̼̜͍̟͙͙͙͕̩̣͔̯̙̜̟̘̬̩̬̙̘̜̫̘͇̫͚̞̰̙͇̖͈̖̝͓̞̞͎̤̤̜̺̲̮͈̮͇̦̱͇͎͇͚͚̬̬̖͇̜̙̤̣̙̮̱̙͚͍̩̗̼̬̮̭̙̻̬̞̗͚̱͚͇͔̠͉̱͎̳͕͈͔̙̥̥̰̪͈̞̣͖̱͉͍̹͚̥͆͛̀́͑̊͌̌͋̄̀̔́͑̇̔̄̐͐̆̊̑͂̆̀͐̓͑̈́̓̀͌̉͊̅̍̍̃̋̃͌͒̿̋̊̈́͌͑̌̉͌̈̾̑̀̋̇̑̏̃̎͛̈́̿̍̈́̐̒̂̆͂̽̈́̾͊̓͛̍͊̌̐̒̍̽̀̉̽̇͊͗̓̑̽̊̿͑̿̎̓̏͂̈́̀̑̊̓̃͑̀̅̾́͗̽̇͋̉͋͋͗͛̋̽̔̈́̉̾̒̾̋̂̀̀͐̊̀̉̏̄̑̾͐̆͂̀͊̾͒͊̓̒̊̍̄̈́̈́̌̾̊̍͋̐͋͛̄̋͐̉͗̓́̌̏̈́͂̓̌͆̌̀̀̏̅͒̔͒̂̆̽̃͊̀̇̓̀͊̈́̉́͐͒͂͌̎̋̆̎̀̔͒͊͊̒̋͊̕̕̕̚͘̕̕̚̕̕͘̕͘̕̕͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͠͠͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅǧ̵̡̢̢̧̧̡̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͇̺̖̙̼͔͇͙͕̝̞̙̫̯̺͖̤̩̤̦̜͚̹̠̳̝͔̮̳̝̙͇͖̥͓̥͈̳͔̙̦͚͙̞̗̦̮̙̠̠̞͇̞͖͍͚̠̘͍͉̣͕̟̤̳̥̳̲͕̣͚͚̌̏̽̈́̈͌̊͂͒̂͗̓͗̒͐̇́́̀̐̏̃̀͌̉̐̀̓̍͌̂͌͂̀͗̿̉̉̄̂̅̒̌̊͛̑̽́̒͐̔͒̂̋̆̅̋̂̒̋̐̇͛͊̀͊͐̓͂̽̾̑̈̽͛̌̒̓̌̽͋͐̂̍́͗́̓̎͊̃͐͐̾̾̐̾̂̈́͆̔̓͆̃̿́͋̈͒̑̍̈̓̄̋͋͛̊͆̈́̔̆͒̇̅̌̋͗͐̿͑̈́̉̈́́͊͂͆̽̈́́͋͑́̃̆̄̑̓͊̋̀̈̅̌͐̅̆̓͑̓̒̑̾̄̈́͌͋̂͆̋̾̿͊̇͂͒̀̌̎͗͑̋̿͂̐̂̃̅̇͋́͐́͌̆̂̾̓̈́͑̔́̇̈́̅̌͋͒̓̀̿̈́͋͌̂̊͐́͊̈́̄́͑͛̀̏͆͒̔͊͑͂̓̚͘̕͘̚̚̚̚͘̚̚͘̚̚̚͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝ͅͅb̷̨̡̧̢̨̢̡̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̲͕̟̥̮̬̙̻̱̗̹̬̳̦̤̦̯̣̻͇͙̼̺̤̭̩͕͎̝̻̱̣͓̱̳̟̼̱̙̦͇̮̠̲̞̳͍̼̗͎͙̣̫̠̠̥̬͎̭̮̣͖͇͉̤̰̹̣̰̲̰̪̻̯͍̬̙͕̦̘̞̜̦͙̳͎̹̻̥̭̯̝̮̳̩̩̺͗̽͊̋̑̏͋̎̆͊̽̐͊́̽̀̌̀̊͒̒̽͆͋͑͆͆̋͋̊̊͛̑͌̓̋̇͒͗̈́́̈́̽̐̑̔̋́̈́̄̈́̈́́̒̅́̇̅̑̋̅͒́͆̃́̌̒̂̅̉̒̒̀͗͊͑̌̋̆̀̈́̂̈́͊̌͘̚̚̕͘͘̕̚̚͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͠͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅr̷̡̛̛̮̦̞͓͇̼̟͇̺͙͙͉͌̇̓͂̀̈́̇̆̐͑͐̍̊͆̂́̓̔̾̿̐̌͌̿̅̆̌̈́̋̊̓̎́̑̈́̀̓̇̎̃̀̃̅̃̌͊͌́̃̎̈̈́̐̒͊́̐̇̑͗̽̅̋̏̑̋̑̌́͗́͂͌̓͆̾̀̉̅̂̒̿̅͆̇̆̌̋͋̽̄̔̈́̔̈́͛̈́̓̍́̀͂̓̉͋̌̆̾̌̈́͒̎̉̿̀͒̿͗͗͒̓̏́̎̈͊͛̔̿̓̌͛͆̈́͛̇̈̀̓̏̓́̉̚͘̚͘̕̚̕̕͘̕̕͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝t̵̢̢̢̢̢̡̧̢̡̢̡̡̧̢̡̡̛̗̱̟̦̻͕͓̭̰̺͔̲̼̟̲͖̬͉̗̫̺̜̠̱͙͍͎̼͙̭̘̩̠͔͕͙̜̣̦͉̦̮̰̞͇̺͔͔͎̥̞̩͎̹̘̯̯͈̟̩͙̘̭̤͇̦̙̱̣͓͉͎͖̦͚̞̲̬͔̙̻̦̺͙͇̗̖̼͈̱̗̺͖̖̗̮̯̜̜̯̻̻̠͖͖̰͖̤̬̣͔̪̭͇̪̯͚̫͓͔̞͙̘̘͚͎̜̼͈͈̞̼̜̠͓̦͎̹̱̭̳̭̱̠͉̦̤̞͚̯̣̹̭̲̮̤̱͕̭̰͖͔̠̹͈̠̫̬̤̭̲̹͍̩͎͕̰̞̮̻̳͈̥̫͙͉̝̱̪̙̳̖̻̫͕̹̣̙̟̩̙̄̀͑̍̋͌̉̎͗̃̊̌͌̈́̎͂͌̉̔̈̄͐͋͛͆͒̑͐̊̀͗͒͂̋͗̈͑̊̀̃͒̓̓̏͒͛̃̃̔̈́͗̿̋̑̅̄̍̓͛̈̆͊̍̿̂̌̊͛̆̾̽̉̆̇̐̽̉̏̿͐͆͊͌́̒̒͋̈́͊̎̈͒̌̈́́̀͂́̋̈̏͘͘͘̕̚̕͘͘̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅv̴̧̧̡̡̧̨̧̨̡̡̨̧̡̨̢̧̨̡̨̢̨̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̱̣̠͔̱̝̣̖̦̙͇̠͔̻̙͖͚̜͓̖̳̲̣̫̥͖̪͇̥͎̖̻͖͚̱̱̼̩͓̬̘̭̩̘̟̤͍̖̬̥̣͔̰͚̤͙̬̜̥͕̺̳̝͚̲̩̙͍̱̘̤̥͉̮͙̠͙̞̦̬̻͚̹̭̣͉̪̥̮̪͕̩̟̳͔̖̭͉̜̝̩̣̭͍̹̟̰̳̗̫͖͉̠̥̖̱̭͔̟͈̼͈͓̯̲̞̱̬̩̞͇͕̻̰̙̘̫̦̙̬̯͎̝̻̙͙̱̞͍͙͇̺̰̣̲̹̹̝͚͓̩͖̝̥͙̫̳̲̟͙̤̦͇̗̻̮͖̖͉̹̟̲͎̤̱̝̞̲͔͔̲̰̞͚̮̮͉̳̮̰͙͍̰͙̩̜̟̙̗̜̠̘̗̺̦̦̲̹͔̱͔̱̲̫̝̘̘̱̻͍̠͉͎̝͙͖́̐̉̾̇̃̆͒̐̆̉͗̂̐̄͊̈͌̐͂͐̿̀͌̏͛̆̎͗̍̐̾̏̎̃̏͌̉̒̄̄̀̐̓̊̽̓́̂̓̑̀͌̐̈̾͂̅͂͐̓̌͋̍̒͌̅̏̄̏͂̄͐͛̌̔̆̓̀͆̃̌̾̑͑͌̀̔͛́́͂̉͑̌̾̎̊̔̉́̑͌͗̓̐̇̽̓͂̑͌̋̉̄̏̀̅̒͐̇̀̐̊̊̾̄̏̒̆̂̈̎̃̑́͒͋̄̌̔̓́͐̊̌̑͛̅̎̔̌͗̾̋́̀̊̀̃̌̐̓̎̓̇̓̌̓̽̐̿́̈́̓̆̓̽̽͆̎͆̆̈́̋̒̓͒̄͊̈́̈́͑̔͗̀̐̈͂̐̐̀̂̇̒͆͌̾͋͐̄̐̎̃̃̔͆̍̒̓̀̃̐̒̏̽̇͊̓͋̆͗̋̈́̎̿̏̈́̎̑͋͐͆̕̕̚̕͘͘̕͘̚͘͘͘̕͘͘̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͝͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅ
“I’m afraid I really don’t know, Mr. Kipchoge, I just wanted an autograph.”