i dreamed about a wierd conspiracy

[Trexller]

Originally Posted by Botten [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

yep,

Man there are so many current events taking place that I would love to chat about them.

Could the recent events be a catalyst to drive a movement?

(...are crumbs only needed to stem out the sanctuary of non-sensible abuse?

No. These days we have netflix doordash and internet porn.

Nobody will sacrifice comfort for revolution.

Panem et circenses is an incredible strategy for maintaining social order

[Pulgasari]

Originally Posted by Trexller [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

No. These days we have netflix doordash and internet porn.

Nobody will sacrifice comfort for revolution.

Panem et circenses is an incredible strategy for maintaining social order

Divide et impera

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[Evia]

jib.....

now there is a weird conspiracy for ya

like how he 'forgot his pw' and 'came back' with a new name

only to vanish again shortly after

makes ya wonder

[Pulgasari]

Originally Posted by Botten [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

yep,

Man there are so many current events taking place that I would love to chat about them.

Could the recent events be a catalyst to drive a movement?

(...are crumbs only needed to stem out the sanctuary of non-sensible abuse?

I had a decent idea for a logical anagram to make it allowable but I can't recall it now.

Maybe we can settle on a thread about a misogynist refusing to allow a woman to take his place?

Call the ball, Kemosabe.

[magnetaress]

Originally Posted by Pulgasari [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Divide et impera

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Xbox wins on controller alone.

[Botten]

😈

Divide ut regnes

[Pulgasari]

Originally Posted by Botten [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

😈

Divide ut regnes

In arguendo Draconis 🖤

[magnetaress]

Tell ur weird ass dreams


Mine was snakes and war last night

[arvidez]

maneuvering a cattle trailer through a packed bingo hall, in reverse. spotted my dad through the crowd watching, stoic as ever under his cowboy hat and behind his transition lens locked in sunglasses mode. the female bingo caller stopped calling numbers to announce that i (called by first name) had reached lvl 2. everyone roared. confusion was prominent feeling.

[Botten]

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maneuvering a cattle trailer through a packed bingo hall, in reverse. spotted my dad through the crowd watching, stoic as ever under his cowboy hat and behind his transition lens locked in sunglasses mode. the female bingo caller stopped calling numbers to announce that i (called by first name) had reached lvl 2. everyone roared. confusion was prominent feeling.

The crowd’s jubilant roar echoed off the fluorescent-lit walls, drowning out the hum of the cattle trailer’s engine. I gripped the wheel, my knuckles white, as if steering through a maze of numbered squares would somehow make sense.

“Dad!” I shouted over the din, but he remained stoic, sunglasses locked in Terminator mode. His expression said, “Son, I’ve herded cattle in blizzards. This? Child’s play.”

The bingo caller, a woman with a beehive hairdo and a penchant for sequins, leaned into the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, our newest contender has reached Level 2! Let’s give it up for… Steve!”

Steve? That wasn’t my name. But before I could protest, the crowd erupted. Confetti rained down, and old ladies twirled their daubers like glow sticks at a rave. I glanced at Dad, hoping for guidance, but he just adjusted his hat and nodded sagely.

The trailer’s rear swung wide, knocking over a row of chairs. B-14, G-52, N-33—I called out numbers, hoping they’d guide me. But this wasn’t bingo; it was a cosmic dance. The universe had shuffled its cards, and I was the wild joker.

Then it happened. The trailer aligned perfectly with the “Free Space.” The crowd held its breath. The bingo caller leaned in, her sequins winking like distant stars. “Steve,” she said, “you’ve won… a lifetime supply of hay!”

Hay? I’d expected a toaster or maybe a coupon for the local diner. But hay? Dad’s eyes twinkled behind his shades. He knew something I didn’t—the secret language of bingo halls, where cattle trailers pirouetted and names changed like constellations.

As I accepted my bales of hay, I realized confusion wasn’t the enemy. It was the bridge between ordinary and extraordinary. So, I revved the trailer’s engine, aimed for the exit, and whispered, “Level 3, here I come.”

And Dad? He tipped his hat, the sun catching his lenses just right. “Yeehaw,” he murmured. “Bingo ain’t for the faint-hearted.”