𝔄 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢

Whatever it is, it’s gonna be a crab soon.

Font mixing – not even once.

Praise be, for He is coming.

Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.

Ask Heinz – there’s sugar in the tomato sauce.

My sibling in Christ — half of these, and others. Sometimes you want English breakfast beans. You buy Heinz and they’re sweet, but okay. You grab the sugar-free ones by accident and they’re artificially sweetened and a crime.

I bought the sugar free ones on accident. Didn’t even know those existed. And they shouldn’t.

Having any delivery person enter my flat would be a declaration of war.

This one right here, officer! They did it!

You got relish, you’re living well.

Yes!

I cannot remember the model, but I had a notebook once that was flatter than an RJ45 but had sort of a fold-out one. It sat flush with the case and when you pushed it, it popped out and opened slightly. Didn’t seem too flimsy, but surely less sturdy than one entirely encased.

Oh yeah, these things are deathtraps.

Hey.

Hey.

It’s a shitpost.