Where would you go on a shopping spree?
A pretty place where all the lovely clothes fit perfectly.
This place does not exist, except maybe by magic. #dailysnark

…actually, why not?
Where would you go on a shopping spree?
A pretty place where all the lovely clothes fit perfectly.
This place does not exist, except maybe by magic. #dailysnark
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?
You’re asking questions. Why’re you asking questions. No, Benjamin, I don’t like it when people ask questions. Coz I don’t like it. I was havin’ a nice dinner, and he has to come in here and start with the questions. Jimmy. Come here. This is Jimmy Two Eyes. Thank you, Jimmy. Ask him why he’s askin’ these questions. Jimmy is very good with questions, aren’t you Jimmy. Go ahead. Go on and ask your questions, Mr. Questionnaire. Oh, now you don’t wanna ask no goddamn questions. You see that? You see that, Jimmy? Benjamin, you see that? No more questions. Now, why is that. I was just sittin’ here enjoying my fuckin’ dinner and suddenly I’m bein’ ambushed by Wolf fuckin’ Blitzer. No no no no no, sit down, sit down. Sit down. Sit. Down. Now ask your fuckin’ questions. What? You don’t wanna? Why? Coz I don’t like bein’ asked questions? Ten outta ten, motherfucker, ten outta ten. See, Benjamin. No need to worry. We have an A+ student here, a fuckin’ valedictorian.
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What is the last thing you learned?
Space operas are way more realistic than we thought.
#TGIF
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
Is that your real hair?
No, I shot it on my last hair hunt. This is my sanctioned trophy as the Ancestors decreed.
Why are you so emotional?
Who hurt you? Was it Mother?
Why do you care about these people?
Why are you a garbage person made of garbage? Look at you, a sentient trash can. A walking dumpsterfire. Gross.
*”Was it Mother?” is a quote IYKYK
How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?
Failure is the kid that yells, “The Emperor has no clothes!”
It opens your eyes to who’s fake and who’s real
and all the lies you have to stop believing.
Success is turning way from the imperial procession
and doing your own thing.
#humpday
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