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If he dies i have less to look forward to so i thank you for your service. That smarmy effin face could restart a dead man's ticker i tells ya

Put down them candies and eat some lentils or sumpin to attack that zinc deficiency bruh

Probably try reading the missive before commenting cuz your take is catastrophically wrong and bad

I'm trying to figure out who the fuck might read this "polywork" bullshit and think to themselves: "yes. Both this take and this person are both sane and good"

Lol sorry, what a letdown i know :(

No, i heard some of the creepy recordings she and the gang made though. Nothing mind-blowing but there were some creepy things sometimes. Most of her stories coming back from a investigation ended up being ones of a good time in a spooky place with friends (and the leader's fixation with becoming a tv show)

My wife was a paranormal investigator for 2 years AMA

My experience is the guys on the train really appreciate you 'foamers' (the name for fans where i ran train). Depending on the run i was on i might see at least two or three groups posted up by the tracks taking pictures of the motor a week. It's nice to have people excited about what you're doing, even if its boring as hell for you, and of all the people milling around the tracks foamers had the most fun and stayed safely out of our way so were the folks we like the most.

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I saw the dems math before and they said "every vote for a third party is a vote stolen from Kamala and a vote for Trump" which if I'm calculating correctly means when i voted socialist i voted 2 times -1 stolen vote which =like 3 votes definitely voter fraud.

I know what you mean, i actually really like hexbear too ... maybe the first time my crusty ol heart has opened since my mIRC days