Listen, sport, what you don’t understand is that you can be a great mechanic, but that doesn’t mean that you know SHIT about the race. Fact is, you’re gonna just carefully turn your corners, brake when you should accelerate, and stay in the pit when you could be circling those losers on two broken axles. Yeah, sure, you risk a little spinout once in a while. You just gotta get the car back straight and get in the race again. And yeah, you might crash. That’s why you wear a flame-retardant suit. And yeah, the fiery explosion might kill, maim, and injure all the fans, their children, burn all the small defenceless animals in the vicinity, and the resulting pollutants will likely give cancer to the staff & crew. But that’s what the insurance is for! And yeah, it’s expensive, but y’all got to get together and pool your money, or else people in the racing seat don’t get their trophies for winning, or exorbitant salaries as consolation prizes.

I mean did you even hear all the things she said?

all the based girls beat up the boys, this has always been

I can’t do that, but I’ll put on a little red had and dance around

“So far, there has been no strong evidence in humans that links tattoos to cancer”

I mean all you really need is two butt cheeks and a tight pair of shorts. The comments will come

what kind of jelly supremacist bullshit do you have to be on to merit this

Do not ask for which goon the goon goons for, it goons for thee

try your own feet first but then swallow

who’s more fool, the poster who posts gooner bait, or the gooner that goons to it?

We’ve said the word exploit so many fucking times they’ve lost all damn meaning!

I apologize for the exploitives.

“We’re gonna need you to burn at least 500lbs of tires for every tree planted.”

Wait isn’t he 50? I’m gonna need a sugar somebody soon because my retirement plan right now is freedom 95

Go nuclear. DOES SHE HAVE A GRANDFATHER

I, too, once indulged these scenarios to get the human contact I craved. My mother no longer lavished me with her form of affection - violence - so I had to rely on the only motherly and fatherly figures I had. The prom king and queen to be. It made me feel like the prom prince when they would hold me while making me bob for crapples (swirlies,) get me to join sports like dunking me into a trash can, or even just some good old fashioned cuddles like being choke slammed.

Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever, as they moved away for college. I, being too socially inundated by my vast intellect to thrive in such a human interfacing, had to stay behind and pursue my cultural studies (hentai) and strenuous mental conditioning (nofapping.)

Sorry yeah I was trying to make that point but forgot what I was talking about as I typed it out

When you’re born, you’re not 1. You turn 1 at the end of the year. When you are born, you are 0 years old. Birth marks age, but birth itself can extend between two dates - labour can start on a Monday, but end on a Tuesday. Then there’s also the fact that there’s a common mistake people make - the difference is not the same as counting something.

Let’s say you’ve collected some volumes of a book series. You’ve collected volumes 17 through 21. How many volumes did you collect?

If you do 21-17, you get 4. However, that’s the difference between 21 and 17.

If you list it out and count it, you have FIVE volumes, not four.

17 18 19 20 21

It’s really about how you calculate values and mark it. If you are born on Jan 1st, 2010, you don’t turn 1 until you reach Jan 1st, 2011. However, if you’re born in August 1st, 2010, you haven’t turned 1 on Jan 1st, 2011.

Great, that means were gonna fight mecha hitler in the 2040s

I am low batt years old 😎

Nah youre right it was the wrong term