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a) Whereas in an environment of monotonic encouragement of decreasing neoplasm, as might be expected in a world of finite resources, if one considers variation in the degree to which life has imitations in prior art - as maybe befits the accumulation of theoretically applied interest in that branch of learning - the simplicity of this clause may have its origins elsewhere. However, given advances in technology that far outstrips the capability of naive cultural checks and balances thought to ensure at least one smooth transition across the decades without sudden uncontrollable deviation in the ratio of culpability : credulity and wealth : quality of life (versus the chains of drug action and the deprivation of freedom), there is a distinct lacking of simplicity once any description of the degree to which art imitates science is acknowledged. The thesis of this paragraph becomes that the only iota of eponymous explanation that provides greatest granularity once general enough to encompass the disjoint rejoins of the resulting phase spaces must therefore become attributable only to that one thing or synthesis, if and only if the observer knows or knew well enough a member or a group of members of Generation W, i.e. the cohort prior to Generation X: Generation W.
b) The source of all hypotheses concerning the creation of content for radio stations.
"Have you seen this video of Trump's karaoke version of Waltzing Matilda?"
"Yeah! He totally violated that song. And good luck to him, for he cannot act nor sing!"
"Right on. Shall I ask them to turn the noise down?"
"It may not be too late. However, I believe that the DJ may be in league with Generation W."
The paradigm that speech is effected by the consciousness and modulated by the mind.
Generative anthropology asserts that language is meta-emergent; not emergent.
Thus language-ontology appears from the future.
A absolute shitfest where people with less than 2 brain cells gather. It’s become more and more of a clusterfuck more than a actually chat.
The AR12Gaming discord server general chat is somewhere you should avoid, to keep you brain cells and IQ safe from random shit.
A blunt, doobie, joint, or spliff rolled up using majority of roach weed.
Smith: Yo bro save your roach!
Joe: Why?
Smith: Once we get a few we can roll up a generation.
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The shitty-doings of General Smear continue to drown the students of Baulko. It started with the walls and students but at one point... he just could not hold it in any longer. Students. Teachers. Principal. AND ESPECIALLY the Janitor was smeared all over. Fortunately, following this disastrous attack, we can identify one particular victim and gain a 69-minute interview with the boy himself. NAMELY, Zuhair, or as his new name post-catastrophe, ZuShit. This momo dupe of a Bengali boy just wanted to learn about the ideal GAS laws, especially GAY loose(nut)sacks law. However, the general had other plans. ZuShit was surprised to learn he would not only learn the theory of how gas is formed but rather was given an unexpected practical on how gases turn into brown precipitates. Feeling like he had learnt a lo that lesson he gleefully walked out the corridor when he noticed something... a stench. Connecting the brown dots, he took a glance down at his feet evidently covered, shmeared and engulfed by the general's signature premium shit. he ran to confront the general who was shitting in the female cubicle as he was in a quite a hurry. The stench was simply too blasphemous.
Knock Knock!
"get out buddy i am trying to cook up tonight's dinner! please wait your turn"
"no you don't understand what you have done. my parents bob and sam will not accept me. they will sent me back to syria.
"mate i don't have time for this shit! piss off."
Saranyan: Damn bro i feel really bad for ZuShit.
Rishi: yeah no cap fanum tax ohio rizzler.
Saranyan: must be a shitty experience
ZuShit!: hey dont make fun of me guys!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Rishi: i think its time to let the public know general's true powers in the latest general smear (the second update: 25.04.24)