Also I should note this happened when I placed myself in hypnotic trance and asked who was out there.
This salad is, in fact, stale, and a telepathic theft of thoughts long since thought by myself but have since abandoned for their youthfulness of conviction no longer bared pertinence.
Also we all know that I am wisdom personified, and that nobody need ask a single god, let alone the gods, for guidance, since that duty has long since been relegated to yours truly, and all knowledges extant since time's very beginning to its end of all and each and every one of them have been bestowed a sinecure of my exclusive delight, which no prole should be allowed to entertain.
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@previous (Soph !MLHqI35Srs)
Okay if you're so clever, then what am I wearing underneath my pants?
@previous (Lorraine !oZfU/tvMPw)
> Okay if you're so clever, then what am I wearing underneath my pants?
If I'm to guess based on the majority of *eherm* "women" here, an icklewickle pp?
@previous (Soph !MLHqI35Srs)
I have been reliably informed that it has been considered frightening due to its size and girthiness.
@previous (Lorraine !oZfU/tvMPw)
Have you now?
I am somehow unphased. Perhaps because I'm not one for dickwaving contests.