i get anxious for people who fall asleep on public transit. like where is your home? how many stops have you missed? this was not a time for a nap
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I want to get people into Welcome to Night Vale, but it’s so hard to sell like “hey if you like gay radio show hosts and totalitarian goverents and clouds that drop dead animals on small desert towns then boy do I have a show for you”
I usually settle for “Neil Gaiman, Stephen King and George Orwell run a Sim City”
I usually go with ‘it’s like if nowhere from courage the cowardly dog had a radio station’
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Step back, peeps, and fasten your seat-belts. Time to bring in a puberty professional.
…. wait. That’s not right. Hold on.
Let’s fast-forward about five more years.
Ah, yes, there we go. Right after I sold my soul to Satan.
Naw son you can’t be hot in two genders you fucking cheated
this is my favorite post because its just people bragging about how hot they are
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