That Time I Got Tree Sap on my Knife Blade And it Wouldn't Come Off so I Had to Scrub And Scrub With Alcohol And Paper Towels And Got Really Annoyed so Logged Into SHF And Wrote This Stupid Profile Post
"The hero cried out to the heavens when something tragic occurred to him, hoping a deity would save him from his misery. The tyrant merely accepted all that happened to him as reaping what he could not deny he had sown."
"The current generation calls me extreme in public. In private, I am called far worse things. The next generation will share this belief. The one after that shall also share that belief. However, sooner or later, the generations will realize I was right, but only when time once again works its devilish work, and the Empire is on the precipice, will people realize how truly necessary all I did was."
So I was mowing today and an intense wisdom came upon me...but when I hopped off the mower and came inside...I forgot it. Turns out the men who could've been the greatest philosophers were all stopped because they got off their mowers before they write their ideas down.
Slaughter/Lovin’ Time! Batter up, georgie!! Time to batter you up! Bit of oil, fine batter made under the Stars (they make it with love. That’s what matters), and crushed baseballs. Dabbed a bit of relaxant so you can laze your way into this torture scheme. Mwahahaha…

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