tony awards dont matter anymore. give one to eva noblezada for set design. give one to brandon uranowitz for best lead actress in a play. give one to me for orchestrations. nothing matters anymore
the year is 2036. presidential candidate pewdipie is facing off against his democratic rival, chrissy teigan. the moderator poses their first question, which is if drill bits should be pink in october for breast cancer awareness or if that money should be used to give more soldiers geneticly modified laser eyes. “maybe a better world is still possible” you impulsively post on TwitterPrime. the elon musk pickle rick missle obliterates you within seconds, but not before everyone in your replies asks why you’re trying to distract from the important issues. are you perhaps a russian agent
look, do i like trump? no. do i disagree with most of his policies? of course. but do i think it's funny that he got covid? absolutely. do i hope he dies? hell yes i do. this is awesome and i hope he suffers in his final moments.