This be the newer to an older…The Wytched Park 2.0
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Reblogged from iheartrevolutions47
Welcome to the United States of America.
what a load of hot air. Perhaps they could harness that as a renewable source of energy.
Why is this guy allowed to speak in public, or whats worst, held a public charge?!?!?!?!???
How dumplings are named…I realized this in my last post about me being able to drive ~2 km home to take a DUMP… It’s like the word it self implied that the human digestive system is incapable of processing dumplings so it just gets rid of them by defecating them whole…and then some how they end up again in Chinese restaurants to be recooked (to kill bacteria and stuff) and served again.
And while I wrote that las part, it occurred to me that it may be possible that in the whole world only a finite number of dumplings were created by the master cooks and they have been circulating over the centuries, being ingested and dumped by people, and re-ingested and dumped again by someone else…until the end of time, or until The Chosen One is born inside the kitchen of a Chinese restaurant, he whom will be able to finally digest the dumplings and never to defecate them whole, and free mankind of their tasty curse.
It is obvious by far that it is friday and I’m bored to death…and that I am still able to make up shit out of nothing…no wait! the origin of this shit was (literally shit) me taking a dump…oh shit!!