nameraka

this thread is about salt.

it was in the discarded user name bin in between "hitlers_buttplug" and "nousername7854". seemed like a real bargain.

according to jameis winston. and he has a point. i mean how many qb's can you name who've thrown for 5,000 yards without being able to read defenses at all? i mean, how good would tom brady be if he couldn't read defenses? bet it wouldn't even be close. https://profootballtalk.nbcsports.com/2020/06/09/jameis-winston-i-know-that-historically-im-one-of-the-best-quarterbacks-to-play-the-game/

you finish off the coke. the room begins to blur. you are now standing in the street outside of a house that looks... strangely familiar. the end?

it's probably a metaphor, but not for anything in particular.

your memory begins to return. you recall that you didn't pay your phone bill because you blew all your money on coke. if you go back now and pay the bill, you may cause a disruption in the space-time continuum. at least according to star trek rules.

leave it. this is the sandwich:

R

the ark of the covenant shivers as if it is slowly about to open. suddenly, you hear a knock at the door and a strange voice screams, "YOUR EMAIL IS NOT VALID!!!"

are you sure it's wise to leave rick james alone with a pile of coke and the ark of the covenant? I mean, it's totally your choice and I, of course, trust your judgement. I'm just saying...

congratulations. you have discovered the secret of time travel.

just because you're fucking matt damon, doesn't mean you are matt damon.

what is dead may never die.

you really should have warned the monkey first. oh shit. i didn't mention the monkey did I?

mommy comes looking for him...

eight, because it rhymes.

you have no memory of the last ten years but are absolutely convinced that the secret of time travel lies buried somewhere in matt damon's skull. not his brain. his skull, which is being kept as a table ornament by joseph goebbels somewhere in the fictional nazi fortress from the 1969 motion picture "Where Eagles Dare." you also know that only rick james can guide you through the fictional world of 1960's cinema, but that he won't help you unless you can help the komodo dragon with his feelings of inferiority and deep seated need for the approval of a male role model. you also have no idea what to do with the damn ark, but you know you can't just leave it there because it belongs in a museum. what do you do? what do you do?

there's really only one change i would make. i would want to see about a certain girl, but if everything after 12 was just a dream then it wouldn't matter because i didn't meet her until high school. so yeah, i guess i'd just roll over and go back to sleep.

he did get the nfc champ ring, though. nothing to sneeze at.

i'm sorry to have to point this out. it's spelled: deez nutz.