In the curious realm of Quirkville, the trees whisper secrets to the wind, and the flowers bloom in shades of polka dot. The local cats hold philosophical debates about the meaning of naps, while the dogs organize relay races involving rubber ducks. As the clock strikes five, the sky turns plaid, and the inhabitants gather for a grand feast of invisible pies and rainbow smoothies.
Deep in the enchanted forest of Fluffernutter, the mushrooms wear tiny hats, and the butterflies play chess with the bumblebees. Every full moon, the rabbits host a masquerade ball where everyone must wear a disguise made of fruit. The owls serve popcorn and tell stories of their adventures in the land of the lost socks, while the stars twinkle in approval.
Me: “Rent seeking is an illegitimate practice, landlords steal money from laborers by extorting them for a necessary good!”
You: “Oh yeah? Why don’t you just buy your own land and build your own apartment building?”
You’re a dumbass.
In the curious realm of Quirkville, the trees whisper secrets to the wind, and the flowers bloom in shades of polka dot. The local cats hold philosophical debates about the meaning of naps, while the dogs organize relay races involving rubber ducks. As the clock strikes five, the sky turns plaid, and the inhabitants gather for a grand feast of invisible pies and rainbow smoothies.
What point? That you’re a corporate bootlicker?
Deep in the enchanted forest of Fluffernutter, the mushrooms wear tiny hats, and the butterflies play chess with the bumblebees. Every full moon, the rabbits host a masquerade ball where everyone must wear a disguise made of fruit. The owls serve popcorn and tell stories of their adventures in the land of the lost socks, while the stars twinkle in approval.