Tristaniopsis @ Tristaniopsis @aussie.zone

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NOONE EXPECTS THE LUXEMBORGIAN TALIBAN!

Always have.

Well exactly.

I’m not sure why my comment has gone from being agreed with, to being controversial.

Anti-vaxers can fuck off and die, but preferably somewhere else, so as not to compromise anyone else’s safety.

I feel sorry for their kids and others that they hold hostage to their stupid views.

?!?!?! Actor?!?!

WDYM?!?!

Yes that fine. I’m not talking about the immunocompromised, and it’s pretty clear that I’m not.

It’s the conspiracy-eating idiots that my broad brush is painting.

Hey listen I’ve only just gotten into a potential healing thing with my ex, give me a break.

“AHH! LE FROMAGE MERDE!!!”

I thought it was a ‘headset’, Huh.

Learn somethin new everyday…

Whatever.

MAYBE THEY SHOULD FLOAT SOME MORE SHARES?!?!

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HAH HAHAHAH did you see WHAT I DONE THERE?!!?

“FLOAT”!!!

YOU SEE?!?

HYDROGEN?!?

AAAAAHH-HAHAHAHAJAHA

Is that really the gentlemanly thing to do? Shout at an official?!?

Professional sports are watched by brainwashed fuckwits.

Wow. If this bag of shit gets magically “elected” again I hope that all the rest of NATO straight up nukes the fuck out of the US ASAP because we clearly do NOT deserve a second chance. I say this as a proud but disappointed US citizen.

May I just say that the dipshits who believe this stuff are really not worth saving?!?!?!

Ah you know I reckon everyone past the age of 30 has probably had similar thoughts, to some degree. It’s the human condition. Perhaps not those with some sort of severe intellectual disability who cannot process that much self-actualisation.

Most people just dismiss them or never act on them.

Christmas morning in 2015 I was on a park bench hungover and depressed as fuck having slept the night in an open garage in a strange city, after drunk raging in My MIL’s house calling her horrid names after hearing her (or thinking I heard her) berating my wife because I was getting smashed on the couch.

I stormed out, hung about then tried to get back into get my wallet and passport. The door was locked so I kicked my way in and got the stuff and swore some more and left. Huddled in an carport/ garage downstairs overnight with mosquitos and rain seeping in.

Later I got up and went to a local park where everybody ignored me. I found an empty bottle in the bushes, smashed it and tried to cut my wrists but was too much of a whimp to do it properly.

Eventually called some sort of official thing and ended up in a psych hospital for a few hours. Luckily I knew someone else in this strange foreign city so called them and they came to discharge me into their care.

The police interviewed me a couple days later and my wife had said she wasn’t fearful for her physical safety so I was off the hook. I’m not actually violent as such, but I might hurt myself.

I spent the next couple weeks with my old acquaintance until our tickets were due to fly us back. Our kids were told that I had to fly back home briefly to deal with a project. I met them all at the airport and flew home in silence.

Giving up booze was my next challenge, which I did alone, angry and determined.

Recently I’ve been dreaming of an old girlfriend whom I left and have felt horrible about the situation ever since.

She’s the one I really love and I’ll die by the thought of her grace. But not before my parents die. I cannot hurt them.

There you go. There’s my story. I’ll probably choose hanging next time.

BUILD A WALL Of erasers.

Sorry to hear that you were suffering. I’m feeling better about my recent brain spaz but I still reckon it’ll happen in years to come.

Very kind. Almost certainly not going to happen for a few years until only non-dementia parent dies.

“They will ban pencils from Pennsylvania!!! It will be renamed ‘Pensvania’ and you’ll only be allowed to use a pen!!!”

Probably suicide.