Hym "Oh yes of course, I forgot that one (Not really I haven't forgotten any of them). No, ALL accomplishments are real! Seriously. I seriously mean that when I say it. All of them are real. Especially the ones for which you're not given credit.
Really real. Some super real accomplishments that are totally earned and make you better than everyone. That's what all of your stuff is. Just... Just super real and super earned. Your social lysenkoism is true and correct and the only things more real than your accomplishments are retards. They're the most real people (in my book). I love this new version of honesty I'm trying! It's great because instead of saying what I want to say, I say what I'm allowed to say under threat of violence and theft. And that's how things shout be! Because if I'm allowed to say things people don't like, it's an affront to their ability to violence me. So I need to watch what I say to other people and other people need to... Not do that to me... Because if I violence people for saying things I don't like I go to prison immediately because I don't have fucku money... BUT NONE OF THAT MATTERS ANYMORE! I'm turning over a new leaf! Maybe I'll write a monologue later about how genetically and morally inferior I am to everyone (Especially retards with fat cocks). Or maybe a poem about how I should be respecting women for fucking retards. And then I'll find a woman who doesn't want to fuck me and just give her all my money. All of those are good plan! I'm definitely going to do most of them later."
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."