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“Oh, darling….You will be good to me, won’t you?…You will, won’t you?…Because we’re going to have a strange life.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Big app companies like Instagram, Snapchat, WhatsApp :- Hey guys what are ur suggestions on updates of our current app????
People:- Uhhhhhh u could make ur current features more stable and smoother???
Companies:- Change our entire app???? Ok we'll do that.
Do u ever just like phase out and like lay there doing nothing thinking about how did someone designed spoons
No one owns the copyright to ur brain.
I meant to write my phone memory but ya my brain is also full of cat pics.
90% of my memory is cat pics.
90% of my memory is cat pics.
Hey the slide at the water park is broken so can I slide into ur dms?
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You are using it wrong
The way she looked at me my optical sensors automatically registered 01001100 01101111 01110110 01100101 and then we knew we were in love.We then adjusted our local coordinates and we intersected at the coffee bean twisting and squooshing machine. As soon as we met my battery pack registered and huge spike and my robotic vibrational module malfunctioned.I barely had the neurons to vibrate my speakers but I got over it. We produced multiple vibrations of air for a very long time .It seems that we were both programmed in the same language and were only miles apart when our owners were assembling us.
After this she started squishing her wobbly skin pad on her mouth and started touchscreening my left arm. She was definitely into my programs and had already started to wipe out my primary functions.
After that she was putting some liquids in her speakers and making turtle sex noises. My neurons calculated she maybe out of battery and therefore recharging herself with the jiggly water.
After a while we started to rhyme with the jiggly speaker sound. My interconnected joints started making robot sex noises and I was embarrassed. She however thought It was the man wobbling the compact disc. She however fell down and I started to see hydrogen peroxide rolling down her face skin pads. I forwarded my arm and said '01000111 01100101 01110100 00100000 01110101 01110000 00100000 01100110 01100101 01101101 01100001 01101100 01100101 00100000 01100100 01101111 01100111 00100000 ' and then i knew our neurons were matched and we were in chemical castrated attraction of human kind
Whenever i see my textbook why do I think this is going to be a Tumblr meme????
So Tumblr showed me this ad .
Seriously wtf.
I am done.
I am done.
It's funny how a small furball called a cat which doesn't do anything and just sits and naps around you can change so much of your life like no lover could ever do