A lot of the information Spotify gives you doesn’t seem that interesting anyway. I don’t even think “Toxic Positivity Delusioncore” is a real genre.
You scrolled your own Instagram profile for 3 hours last week. You will never get that time back.
My being here is simply for the lulz and has nothing to do with my ex posting a vacation album with her new boyfriend on social media.
Wow, Pete! You ordered a lot of food. Did you skip lunch again?
We at Amazon want to replicate every part of the brick-and-mortar experience, and that includes the sweet sweet thrill of shoplifting.
Who’ll want to chat with poor old Yarvik about annual rainfall when they can discuss philosophy of mind or Baroque art?
Here at CamelX our motto has always been: "No one can believe stuff—unless you say it first.”
You will now need to submit a request through a new app called “Ayyy” where you can send Lorenzo an “Oooo” request which will generate a ticket.
Please describe how you felt after reading the disclaimer, “You’re right—you are getting these ads more often than anyone else. Everyone knows this and is talking about it.”
“Everything must come to an end.” Did I just tell you I’m dying, or that I finished The Legend of Zelda?
Feel free to experiment to make sure you have just the right amount of melanin to sell more popcorn or disrupt the humidifier market.
Good’morrow to you all. A most gracious welcome to my webbing page. I am Keithly. Behold my rump.