Licking most of the transuranium elements would entale sticking your tongue in a particle collider. Which I think is a fun Friday night 🤪

We ride at dawn, bring a canister of something flammable and a maid outfit

I’m so tired of explaining why I do not want to eat that disgusting squishy, drippy blushing slut of a vegetable. And no, I do not care that its a berry, fruit or an arthropod or whatever.

Picky eaters are oppressed minority. There I said it.

Read some theory you capitalist stooge

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