i'm at the level where if i'm focused enough a positional mistake like c4 can basically cost my opponent the game, provided i don't completely bungle once i actually convert it into a material advantage

YOU ARE DRINKING TOMATO SOUP! COLD TOMATO SOUP!

now the only way to laugh is to embrace the randomness, to strike tire irons on impulse and to scrape forks against pans

people laughed and sang and drank--together, then, still

eventually it became harder and harder, as it got more accurate and tolerant of what it considered music. now, it's basically a taboo. those who still make it have completely cast off the idea of tempo, of anything correlating, of patterns

all i know is that they were in ssx3

who is that guy. im going to kill him

i wish i got to experience it more authentically but then my silly juice went away and it made me sad so i went on low dose

grawr

you get vouchers for being fat?