
here's a strange scenario that happened in my online English class that I still think about. the English teacher was asking how everybody was feeling in the morning. I responded "im tired". "tied?"
yes, I am tied. strapped against the chair with a blindfold covering my eyes (a miracle this post exists) by the heterochromatic blonde mullet society that preach of performative empathy. I can smell the faint whiff of deadly vanilla extract. assist me. I beg
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