bill withers is dead, ya l'il jerk!
Confirmed itt: yo soy also poops before work.
speaking of commodes....
That's why I shit on company time
I should have been in a position where the A was solid but with the whole day in the slammer in Austin and all I missed a quiz earlier in the semester that I couldn't make up
wait why did you go to jail?
it was rounded up
maintain my 4.0
math was my weakest subject and I did it whoo!
that's the last math class I'll ever have to take
sweet. turned out even better than i thought.
Tried? Fool, all I do is squat and potty.
*squat and pott
*squat and poot
The Maya she's standing with is a woman who made transphobic remarks online and got fired from her job because of it, then whipped up some media frenzy/crowdsourced money about it, and has just lost her case against her former employers in court
Rowling's long been suspected of being a TERF, as she follows several of them and has tweeted some of their less controversial remarks, but she's always dodged the question when asked directly about her beliefs
I don't know exactly what's "not a drill" but it may have something to do with the trans cabal's plan to molest one million children in public bathrooms on Christmas
Such a weird hill to die on.
Does anyone know anything about ransomware
No. Is it a Harry Potter spinoff?
Harry Potter and the Curse of the P2P Pornhub Shadow Ring
check out that weird hill!
Would be great if instead of this stuff women expressed beliefs about how things like unaffordable sanitary supplies to manage menstruation, and the large bulk of unpaid caring being done by women, contribute to intersectional poverty but whatever what do I know. Maybe JK Rowling has used her platform to talk about that too, and I just havenít noticed the waves of response rippling through my echo chamber yet
I just love it when people care about the real issues that affect the billions of women in the world, like whether or not they are in fact women. A++ effort, rich girls in the developed world. Keep up the good work
I played the most perfect Jellybelly tonight except for the part where I dropped like 4 sticks and like...couldn't syncopate singles so there were just weird flam things inside the rolls
I say perfect in that I could tell that I'd warmed up enough and felt comfortable playing the fast stuff at tempo to the point where if I didn't fuck up basic shit I would've played it great
how perfect could it be if the cops weren't involved?
I took a restorative justice class inside of a prison as a part of an "inside-out" program. and on our last day, which was a ceremony, an inside student named alan shared a poem with the class he had written while taking it. someone today was just able to share it again via email and i thought it was worth sharing, too, since they aren't heard by a lot of people. i'd also recommend reading an essay called "prison is not just a place". i only found it on google books, which i can't copy.:
I was told to take a deep breath
To settle what’s within
So I’ll inhale my blessings and exhale my sins
It’s this big ongoing thing
A war between black and white
Hating someone because of their skin color
just isn’t how I live my life
We need to figure out solutions
To evil’s overpowering pollution
I need to alert the masses to join the fight to be brave
Before they’re slaughtered on site
And end up in massive graves
Black and Brown boys captured
Thrown in the pits of these open tombs
Confusion exploding in their heads like
the sounds of a loud boom
Heart racing, panic attacks, breathing unsteady
striped from the world prematurely
he wasn’t ready
Falsely accused, mentally and physically abused
thrown in in jail without the option to refuse
Put me on the stand allow me to speak up for my life
How does one defend a designed injustice
when being wronged is the new right
Poverty, confusion, violence and abuse
Hope is like dreams in my head it has no real use
Reality can be so harsh that I’d rather stay sleep
Because at least when I dream
I’m not within the belly of the best
What’s the reason for this madness
Children dying in the streets is an
They put us on the terror list
Profiling us to the extreme
Calling us terrorists
Sometimes it can be too much to bear
Struggling with life with no room for error
This pain flows through my blood
And panic attacks me trying to overcome what was
Can somebody breathe for me cause it’s
hard to take a breath
I’m trying to be strong during these times
but I feel as if I don’t have any strength left
that's a really cool poem
He forgot the part about there being strangers, unfamiliar folk and potential future acquaintances in the crowd/group/etc.
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