Naraku4656

talking german during sex? how kinky you: oh, mein Lieber him: DEUTSCHLAND UBER ALLES!

too expensive. i only pay $23 for my phone service because i use no data. once i cut my food bill down i can finally afford next week's ramen noodle

i've been drinking a ton of water and while i don't feel hungry i also don't feel like i've eaten

you're both wrong, this is it

i get immensely bored and impatient at other games. the gameplay, music, and story of the series has made it extremely hard to enjoy anything else. a good number of the games in that series do everything near perfectly, and other games just don't raise the same level of interest in me anymore. i'm trying to play nier automata, the first game i've bought since Persona 5, right now and i keep turning off the game because i keep getting bored.

i'm getting a massive headache from it. everyone's like OMG IT'S A GREAT GAME, maybe i haven't played it enough but i'm getting bored and rather be playing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcE4-6QGgpc

save money

The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians Gossiping over tea and noodles on their break Or talking money or politics while one fitted This armpiece with its overseam to the band Of cuff I button at my wrist. The presser, the cutter, The wringer, the mangle. The needle, the union, The treadle, the bobbin. The code. The infamous blaze At the Triangle Factory in nineteen-eleven. One hundred and forty-six died in the flames On the ninth floor, no hydrants, no fire escapes— The witness in a building across the street Who watched how a young man helped a girl to step Up to the windowsill, then held her out Away from the masonry wall and let her drop. And then another. As if he were helping them up To enter a streetcar, and not eternity. A third before he dropped her put her arms Around his neck and kissed him. Then he held Her into space, and dropped her. Almost at once He stepped to the sill himself, his jacket flared And fluttered up from his shirt as he came down, Air filling up the legs of his gray trousers— Like Hart Crane’s Bedlamite, “shrill shirt ballooning.” Wonderful how the pattern matches perfectly Across the placket and over the twin bar-tacked Corners of both pockets, like a strict rhyme Or a major chord. Prints, plaids, checks, Houndstooth, Tattersall, Madras. The clan tartans Invented by mill-owners inspired by the hoax of Ossian, To control their savage Scottish workers, tamed By a fabricated heraldry: MacGregor, Bailey, MacMartin. The kilt, devised for workers To wear among the dusty clattering looms. Weavers, carders, spinners. The loader, The docker, the navvy. The planter, the picker, the sorter Sweating at her machine in a litter of cotton As slaves in calico headrags sweated in fields: George Herbert, your descendant is a Black Lady in South Carolina, her name is Irma And she inspected my shirt. Its color and fit And feel and its clean smell have satisfied Both her and me. We have culled its cost and quality Down to the buttons of simulated bone, The buttonholes, the sizing, the facing, the characters Printed in black on neckband and tail. The shape, The label, the labor, the color, the shade. The shirt.

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i do but my service is poor

UNO

i only have one ramen noodle

you used to call me on my cell phooooooooone

no and *eats your face* FOOD

i can't afford that

no

i am not doing this again . i just ate and i'm still ready to break into my freezer for something else

"ceiling" oh wait, you're not asking for our safe words are you?

i don't have amazon prime so nothing

well i mean i just did buy it. i can try that

what happened

INTO THE GULAG WITH YOU

the moose out front should have told you

now i want to watch Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. FUCK

alternatively how do zombies travel