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You are welcome.

Bold of you to assume we have credit cards

Cano being overwhelmed by billions of realities where they are happy even if they don't notice that.

Being happy for a depressed person is hard, and that realization made me love, kiss, slopy-style, the name IDLES gave to their most popular album: Joy as an act of Resistance. Idk your taste, but maybe these UK punks can make you feel seen at least.

I'm sorry man. You're the best. Don't give up.

Our Ma said we aren't allowed around these places.

It's so warm, it's welcoming. Why don't you step closer and touch it yourself?

(I'm not that clever to draw a reactor right)

That's a magical mega stick that buffs your STR. It's magic is in adjusting to your journey, not making it too easy, but challenging and enjoyable.

Do slaves really want to be free or their vision is distorted to the point their dream is to be a slaver?

It's hard to pick the right ammo type to obliterate humans. It needs some testing on live targets.

What's that?

Extra steps.

So better?

It's a circle. I mean, cycle. I can't excite you anymore.

So just a normal Russian drawing on lemmy

A little surprise.

Building a city from LEGO wasn't a good idea. These little plugs hurt. Why I'm not allowed to smash humans? Crushing them causes a funny fart-like sound. But no, I'm jailed to these stupid simulations.

My hairs are greasy AF right now. Hope that wouldn't show up on the picture.

I thought you were the God of Lemmy.

That's a tough cookie.

Without an unnecessary dive into the history of studying living bodies' interconnectiveness and telepathic conversations that could take us into some dark places, I want to tell you about a little pet shop right around the corner. Organized like a small and comfy co-op, they are giving off pet mice to everyone interested. They do so for free, but before they give it to you, they make you know the rules, and they are as follows:

1. Everyone can adopt their own Lemmy and pet someone's else.
2. Someone, even a stranger, can feed them and make them thrive, and that's the only right way to control them.
3. No one can stop them from eventually congregating, staying on their two feet and sharing thought in someone's backyard.

(The untold forth rule is killing one exact mouse on sight, but that's probably obvious.)

The sacrifice though is time. Just like their meowing arch enemies, they want your attention and care on their own terms, terms sometimes defined by other mice in their hivemind. That may be confusing at first, but this pet demigod would show you the way how to nail it.

Janus the Two-Faced tries to find a bridge between British and American English.

. . .

Star fleet doesn't allow starting an open combat, but Worf finds his way.

Worf: I can't undo years of injustice on Palestinia-3. These wounds left by zionism and islamism need generations to heal.

Worf: As an acting officer, I'm limited in what I can do, and that lack of power is painful to a klingon, yet...

Worf: I feel like teleporting Bibi to Defiant and making him stay there due to a bureaucratic hell for a year or two can make a difference.

Love me some shitty star trek art

Hard to say, hard to draw. It still feels I'm trying to piece myself together.

why

It's so fast I couldn't picture him, but I accidentally shot their manling Matt who struggles to catch up to them on his bike. As told by Sun Tzi in his 'Art of Race', you shall never give a goose a unicycle.

Nothing at 200x200 px can be comically large.

Yggdraspoon, The Spoon of The Worlds

That's why it's so clear.

That's better. Even the darkest place seem a little brighter when you carry a light.

Mostly clueless humanoids who look extra derpy from that angle. The whole shenanigan of 'and then the void glanced back' is based on people seeing their untidy hairy nostrils reflected on it's surface.

I'VE NEVER BOUGHT PLASTIC STRAWS

That's very dividing. For me it's probably

Squarepusher and friends playing academical and early jazz music live with a full orchestra.

Caaan yooou stooop fooor aaa miiinute tooo taaalk abooout ooour looord aaand saaavior Goooooogle Chriiist?

Пожалуйста, приходите ещё.

I initially thought it's a response to some other picture, lol.

You are insufferable, Ginger. Next thing you'd say is that tendies are made out of chicken too!

Initially I thought about a chick being a WW2 pilot, an avian with metal wings making those doubting her amphibians, but chics from the Chicken Run movie arguing about enjoying food from KFC topped that without any challenge.

Maliciously drowning him or just indifferently?

When in the morning you are still having a lingering vision of you night's dream while gargling in the bathroom.

To fund his another adventure, this irish sailor promoted a fresh novelty: drinking shots made from frozen banana cuts. That's not like his idea failed per se, even though he didn't think of another way to produce them than spooning out the meat of banana and eating it himself before taking them to the freezer. But his generous soul made him give them off for free to everyone who walked by. He's not sad that it wasn't a working business model, but kinda afraid what many pounds of banana and booze would lead to the next time he wakes up.

That's our exclusive, for regulars only.

My morning commit to the job. I mastered some spidy sense as to when the bus approaches my stop, so I have extra time half-awake.

If you think about it. - Says the dog. - You are not that different. That's the question of where to place your head on the throat-nose line. God probably thought what it would be if they put the slider to 0% and then 100%, and here you came. All before discovering the golden proportion in the canines.

Would you shut up for once? - The Elephant cried. - I'm tired of you.

I feel conflicted. - Said the Giraffe looking far away. - If I want to find the oasis or the end to your arguments first. I can handle the desert and whatever it sends me, but I'm troubled by my friends arguing. Let's keep going, for as the night comes it can become pretty cold there.

Nothing.

Not in a depressing way, I just adore the blank state when I don't have any responsibilities and worries to occupy my mind and I can build something from the ground. A sense of creative freedom not pre-shaped by external factors. That's very inspiring.

Wolf knew this trick wouldn't work forever, yet he was surprised.

I liked your duck.

Could there be an Unabomber's Manifesto if Ted was spoiled by a fiber optics internet connection? It doesn't make any sense, sure, but thanks to WWW you've read it from a place I can only dream of visiting one day. I find it's precious that we use unbelievable technological wonders for our daily diarrhea posting.

I've tried to figure out what's with it having a forward-facing anus (was it a belly-button?) until my time ran out. So there it is, an irregularly placed cat anus. I believe your gods would torment you for accidentally starting my furry porn artist career.

One pipe-bomboile, table 6. Sorry for it taking too long. We have a lot of rich people to serve today.

I'm not mainstream! Not at all.

That's your mobster. Don Homaridao to be exact.

Iconic Adidas three lines plus the awkward smoke semi-circles.

This clown passed too much time before replying.

Blimp, poo doo pi doomp boop.

I said no niche fandoms.

But here it is, since I found this channel amusing.

Timecode of a reference: https://youtu.be/NzWjCkgG9bE?si=sNM-vpjBqiaM18eJ&t=22

Haven't played this one yet.