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Last time I got down by the bay, I watched dude fall on his face tripping on a stickboard parked on the sidewalk, like a booby trap he won the prize of…
These scooter stickboards are seriously suicidal, which seems to be the latest craze ofashion.
I was thinking they gonna wire to your brain so all you do is think that you need that damn uberlyftwhore mobile and it show up for you, or the stickboard drives itself to you, but I would never use no self driving nothing, nor ought you…
See, I know they used explosive this time. But I think they can just program shit to blow up by getting all hot and bothered. I think they wired up folks with them dammm scamdemic Harmacide bioweapon injexts and now shit, folks that didn't die outright by exploding like pagers, have totally lost they minds, totally in the twilight zoney.
Like. Demented, deluded, and deranged…like pagers that got their batteries changed…. Dammm it all to hell this fuckusall tech.
I can't work without this dammmm phoney. I'd gladly watch it blow up and then I can just starve. Sweet.
I think they made this tech as addictive as fentanyl, and obliged us to use their dammm handcuff drug. Snort.
So fUkraine and Isra Hell are gonna start dating, they met thru a genocide app, Nazie Schmazies and Kissinger lips….
I don't recommend it, ugly as sin tis.
So these proxy ally piece of shit government takeovers by the US, or maybe inversely, maybe we got taken over by Ukraine, and yahoo Bibi boy. And Yermak and his janitor elenskies are talking a peace plan. That means blowing up the world. Getting scAmerica into a war with the axis of resistance….do we want to know how that one goes?
So my stickboard showed up, that I ordered thru the thought police.
I got on and the thing drove me the wrong way, then it started getting hot.
I jumped off as it went the wrong way down a steep hill, just before it blew up.
Now I don't know where did my dammm phoney go?
Don't trust the toaster,….
The television,
The tragedy of it all.
I saw the pelicans fly overhead, their soft underbellies gliding above the bridge north and west…
Oh...