me: the earth isn’t flat
fiat earther: correct
me: huh?
fiat earther: it’s the shape an italian car
me: what?
fiat earther: you read my name wrong didn’t you?
When I was in high school a jet engine crashed through my bedroom ceiling. It should have killed me but I was not home due to strange sleepwalking habit. Instead I woke up on a golf course
must feel so good as a baseball player to be intentionally walked. like omg you’re scared of me? you’re scared i’m going to hit an rbi? are we about to kiss?