Assuming that the growth on both sides is identical, it would mean that once you put the flat Earth on its side it would be balanced, as all things should be.
Oh wait I figured it out. If the hosts get smaller the lower you go, that means that eventually the hosts would be so small that there could be only one. And now I’m torn between saying: “and it’s your penis, Tiny Tim.” Or: “and it’s my dick so everybody needs to get off it.”
Could also speculate that Occam’s Razor would point to the likelihood of the smaller things actually being on the “top” and our perspective being flipped, because it’s unlikely that a single tiny penis, yours or mine either one, could support the mass of existence.
But then again, you did nail my mother last night- and she’s so fat, when you got her off she came chocolate syrup.
You guys fell in love, though, you and my mom - but she’s so fat, that when y’all did so, you broke it.
You gashed your arm on the shards of it and started gushing blood; she cut her leg and got gravy all over the sheets.
I thought she stole your shoes, because she left the house that I live in the basement of in high heels- but when I picked her up from the vet’s office after that whole ordeal, she was wearing thong sandals.
By the way- I’m billing you for the cleaning of my bed, the kitchen, the hot tub, Lake Michigan, and also the crane rentals to and from the hospital.
I like to live in the moment while torturing myself about the past and worrying about the future. Basically I just do odd shit and then forget about it a bunch. I’d make a good homeless dude with an “End is Nigh” sign probably.
I can relate to that on some level. I have become more hyperfocused and also more forgetful lately, but if I write things down more it balances out better and I’m very effective and productive.
Assuming that the growth on both sides is identical, it would mean that once you put the flat Earth on its side it would be balanced, as all things should be.
Oh wait I figured it out. If the hosts get smaller the lower you go, that means that eventually the hosts would be so small that there could be only one. And now I’m torn between saying: “and it’s your penis, Tiny Tim.” Or: “and it’s my dick so everybody needs to get off it.”
Could also speculate that Occam’s Razor would point to the likelihood of the smaller things actually being on the “top” and our perspective being flipped, because it’s unlikely that a single tiny penis, yours or mine either one, could support the mass of existence.
But then again, you did nail my mother last night- and she’s so fat, when you got her off she came chocolate syrup.
You guys fell in love, though, you and my mom - but she’s so fat, that when y’all did so, you broke it.
You gashed your arm on the shards of it and started gushing blood; she cut her leg and got gravy all over the sheets.
I thought she stole your shoes, because she left the house that I live in the basement of in high heels- but when I picked her up from the vet’s office after that whole ordeal, she was wearing thong sandals.
By the way- I’m billing you for the cleaning of my bed, the kitchen, the hot tub, Lake Michigan, and also the crane rentals to and from the hospital.
She said she’d like to see you again tho.
We need to get this text into the congressional archives
Oh shit, I forgot I wrote this lmao
Its only been 2 hours 😂 I love your energy or vibe or something lol
I like to live in the moment while torturing myself about the past and worrying about the future. Basically I just do odd shit and then forget about it a bunch. I’d make a good homeless dude with an “End is Nigh” sign probably.
I can relate to that on some level. I have become more hyperfocused and also more forgetful lately, but if I write things down more it balances out better and I’m very effective and productive.
When I write things down, stuff like this happens lol