Thesis: nightmares about school.

Antithesis: nightmares about moving.

Synthesis: a nightmare that I was going to be expelled from a school I haven't been to in twenty years for missing class, and I was absent because I had to move out of an apartment I haven't lived in for a decade.

Including hit songs like Run for the Beanis, and The Beaniser. As well as the title track, of course.

What should I dooooooo?

What do I need to doooooo?

What should I be doooooooing?

It was a place filled with nerds and stinky losers. One day the stinkiest loser farted too hard and the land of Hexbear exploded, the end.

how would you feel?

also beanis

They have to be stopped

Pig Poop Beanis

How to end world poverty - a series of photon torpedoes directed at the Global North, maximum yield, full spread

With hit songs like Beanis Holly, The Beanis Song, and Only in Beanis.

I'm so proud I practically feel sungandese.

Except for the NIV, which we move to calendars.

Since people always mention wanting to do this in the comments but say it's always say too hard

Google product - Alternative

Google Search - Bing

Google Drive - iCloud

Google Chrome - Safari

Gmail - Outlook

Google Photos - Amazon Photos (if you have Prime, it's unlimited photos storage + 5GB for videos) or Apple Photos

YouTube - TikTok

Waymo - Uber or Lyft

Let me know if I missed anything in the comments section and what I should cover next post

Literally they stuck him with a little itty bitty pin. I was there. First there was a little pssst. Like a little boy farting or tooting. (just a tiny little boy) Then a PFFFTTttTTt. A hole began to emerge. A hole began to emerge in his chest. The barest strand of ichor burbled out and the hiddeous flapping began. BrrrRRRRRRaaaPPPPaaAAappPPpPaaaAPPPP went the rustling whistling skin flapping around his nu-hole—the one caused by the itty bitty pin.

And then all at once, the quantitative change became qualitative and he began to blow away like a released balloon. Slow at first. Faster. Then faster still. Until he was soaring at speeds unimagined. A withered Icharus, supersonic and supine, hurtling through the aether. BRAOOAOOAPPPPPPPppPPPPPP oOOOOOHHH MAMA! There he went.

At this point, he wasn't more than a speck. A little dry ball. A bird gobbled him up. A last, faint cry 'obaaaamaaaaa soddaaaaaaaa'. And then nothing.

Here's a mockup of the cover

is when the loudspeaker comes on and says, “all the children have left the building, so we’ve flipped the switch that makes all the water fountains cold again. Enjoy.”

What if we all nutted at once to defeat fascism and ensure humanity's future

The power of Bean-Christ compels you!

Follow-up to my De-Google post to ensure your privacy and prevent your weird fetishes from being advertised back to you

Meta service - Alternative

Facebook - Your retirement home's bulletin board

Messenger - WhatsApp

Instagram - Touching grass

Meta Quest/Oculus VR - PornHub

Hope this helps and as always, pussy is in my bio