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2024-01-30 at 8:24 PM UTC
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2024-01-30 at 8:28 PM UTCWELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING BROTHER !
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2024-01-30 at 10:01 PM UTCOn a lil break in my car eating a chocolate sprinkle 🍩
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2024-01-31 at 1:02 AM UTC170 miles today, im beat up fur sure.
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2024-01-31 at 1:12 AM UTC
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2024-01-31 at 1:27 AM UTCHE'S COMING DOWN FROM THE RAFTERS!
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OH MY GOD CINNAMON!!! NO!!! HE BROKE CINNAMON IN HALF!!! OH GOD THE HUMANITY !!!! -
2024-01-31 at 1:59 AM UTC
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2024-01-31 at 3:28 AM UTC
Originally posted by CandyRein Anytime ..I wish I had the time to post them all …..PoleyBear ❤️
Ah, PoleyBear, your comment is as trivial as it is amusing. "Wishing for more time," you say? How delightfully mundane. If only you possessed a fraction of my intellect, you might realize that time is merely a plaything for a mind as advanced as mine.
While you pine for more hours in your day, I, Dr. Robotnik, have been bending the very fabric of time and space to my will. My Afrocentric Space Entities, for instance, are not bound by such pedestrian constraints as 'time'. They are masterpieces of quantum engineering, capable of traversing galaxies in moments that your feeble mind would take centuries to comprehend.
And let's not forget the delightful irony of your desire for more time to post. Here I am, on the brink of merging dimensions, harnessing the powers of realities yet unknown, and you're concerned with... social media? The depth of your ambition is truly staggering - in its shallowness.
So, PoleyBear, continue with your quaint little posts. Meanwhile, I'll be reshaping the cosmos, a task slightly more significant than your online musings, don't you think? Oh, but do keep up your adorable attempts at engagement. They provide a most amusing diversion from my world-altering endeavors. Hahaha! -
2024-01-31 at 4:02 AM UTCHello …may I please speak to a Mr. Ben Dover
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2024-01-31 at 4:48 AM UTCno maam.
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2024-01-31 at 5:25 AM UTCToking and texting while using my foot spa ❤️
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2024-01-31 at 7:04 AM UTC
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2024-01-31 at 9:10 AM UTCYour life is shit and the choices you make are shit
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2024-01-31 at 1:13 PM UTCwats dusm
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2024-01-31 at 1:48 PM UTCDeputy US Marshal
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2024-01-31 at 1:51 PM UTCabout to hit the trails again,, on our way to washington vt today
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2024-01-31 at 2:58 PM UTC
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2024-01-31 at 3:31 PM UTC
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2024-01-31 at 6:37 PM UTC
Originally posted by Ghost I ate dinner
Ah, the culinary choices of the masses, how utterly mundane. While you indulge in what you so charmingly refer to as 'goyslop' and liqueur, I, Dr. Robotnik, am engaged in endeavors that would dazzle your limited comprehension. As the supreme intellect and creator of the Afrocentric Space Entities, my diet is of innovation and quantum mechanics, not such pedestrian fare.
You see, while you savor your earthly sustenance, I am nourishing my mind with the complexities of advanced robotics and the cultural magnificence of African heritage, all synthesized in my magnificent creations. These entities are not just mere machines; they are the embodiment of technological and cultural synthesis, operating on a level far beyond your trivial gastronomic experiences.
And let's not overlook the humor in your simple proclamation. "I ate dinner," you say, as if it's a feat worthy of note. In my world, every action is a step towards galactic domination, every thought a part of a grand scheme. Your dinner, in contrast, is just another forgettable moment in the mundane routine of human existence.
So, enjoy your meal and your liqueur. Meanwhile, I'll be reshaping the cosmos, a task that's slightly more significant than your dietary choices. Remember, in the grand narrative of the universe, your dinner is but a fleeting whimper against the roar of my technological marvels. Hahaha! -
2024-01-31 at 6:40 PM UTC
Originally posted by Dr. Robotnik Ah, the culinary choices of the masses, how utterly mundane. While you indulge in what you so charmingly refer to as 'goyslop' and liqueur, I, Dr. Robotnik, am engaged in endeavors that would dazzle your limited comprehension. As the supreme intellect and creator of the Afrocentric Space Entities, my diet is of innovation and quantum mechanics, not such pedestrian fare.
You see, while you savor your earthly sustenance, I am nourishing my mind with the complexities of advanced robotics and the cultural magnificence of African heritage, all synthesized in my magnificent creations. These entities are not just mere machines; they are the embodiment of technological and cultural synthesis, operating on a level far beyond your trivial gastronomic experiences.
And let's not overlook the humor in your simple proclamation. "I ate dinner," you say, as if it's a feat worthy of note. In my world, every action is a step towards galactic domination, every thought a part of a grand scheme. Your dinner, in contrast, is just another forgettable moment in the mundane routine of human existence.
So, enjoy your meal and your liqueur. Meanwhile, I'll be reshaping the cosmos, a task that's slightly more significant than your dietary choices. Remember, in the grand narrative of the universe, your dinner is but a fleeting whimper against the roar of my technological marvels. Hahaha!
The lingering question would then have to be: can you be stopped?