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Do you not know you can zoom...? It's easily readable.

My nebula brings all the thirst to interstellar space.

This has to be satire.

I don't think I've ever had a ravioli that's "molten inside". I'd say most of the time the pasta is the most soft part.

He literally wrote the name of the artist, and if you had taken 5 seconds to look him up instead of writing a dumb comment you'd have had your answer without making others do work for you.

My best trip had three things appear in the branches of the trees I was sitting under: A wizard, Bob Marley, and Optimus Prime.

It felt like a combination that could guard me against literally anything.

Well, sometimes it's no alcohol. When you don't have and can't afford any so you just sleep to get time to pass by.

This reminded me of a Swedish comedy movie in which a dude is seriously sexually repressed and keeps lying about stuff he's done. He tells a story about when he poured frosted flakes into his wife's vagina and "fucked her hard hard hard hard".

None of them are okay. The "normal" one is the worst one in a way because it threads that line of the uncanny valley where your subconscious is telling you some weird shit is going on.

None if the Martian moons are round.