Quality vs quantity.

10 comments here likely means 10 people have unique thoughts. 1000 comments usually means memes and bots.

I used to hate reddit in springtime when the kids got out from school. Now it’s always springtime.

It’s sad, really. So much humanity just bought for a sum. So much offered with nothing expected in return. There’s always someone who will try to profit from stuff like that, and they’re always horrible, horrible people.

I know it’s not necessarily applicable, but your comment made me think of those Stanley mugs.

ore maybe they know sometihg

i don’t understand who arethe documetns?

it’s all just papperwork, right?

who makes the linews?

What makes a salad?

here, i have some lettuce. and - here - i have some carrots. let’s mix 'em!

salad?

and why is lettuse such a nessecary ingredient? i mean oh my it’s a leaf

I have two. I grew up near Toronto in the 80s. Both were CityTV movies. They used to do a thing. I can’t remember what it was called…

1 - SPACEBALLS!!! (“F___! Even in the future nothing works!”)

2 - Predator (there’s a line where Arnold says, “That’s one bad motherfucker.” They only censored the word ‘mother’. i was 8. best thing ever)

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fwiw i read that comment and thought, ‘hmm, i don’t either’ and then i went and watched a few of his videos. they’re pretty awesome in a feel-good way. nice to see someone using tons of money to make other people happy and do good things for a change. now i’m subscribed to his channel :)

Nestlé has entered the chat

eyeblech was definitely not the same as eyebleach

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unshittable.

it’s made for many. say it a few times, friar tuck fire truck

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always does…

“to test US”

us. not her. us. fuck her, it’s for us.

i’m surprised you didn’t smack someone.

Every word I say is a lie. In fact, I’m lying right now.

(Does that count as one?)

my unemployment, anxienty, depression, and alcoholism need to have a chat with Epicurus…

HEY! every once in a while it feels, like, kinda special and directed at me. so doesn’t that mean that - aside from all the times it doesn’t - the world was created just for me, in “my image”?