homer: wife, i desire to see the neighbour take his last breath. shall i go to confession
marge: homer. have you checked with the boy to see if returning flanders to our lord is not in fact a just and righteous deed
homer: boy. what say you
bart: a truth for a skateboard! a truth for a skateboard! a truth for a skateboard!
homer: i promise to procure this skateboard of which you speak oh oracle
bart: flanders must die
lisa: the boy lies
homer: silence witch. he knows only truth
homer: there will be a time. boy. when you look out on this skyline and think not of me as a limitless god, but a powerless fool, a child in the clothes of a man
bart: i will not listen to you papa for your wife, my mother, tells me you have been possessed
homer: this is true, i am hysterical
marge: he is hysterical
marge: lisa return thyself to the ground so that you may be chained
lisa: it perplexes me mother that your Almighty Lord dwells amongst the clouds yet you cannot make peace with me climbing the ceiling. does it unnerve you to picture his ascent as harrowing as mine? Do you fear the lord too can bleed? Can he hate, mummy?
bart: you know nothing of eternity's wars and their causes, wretched one
homer: lisa if you do not come down feeding time will be delayed for some and not others
homer: my neighbour whom i despise, your aversion to pain is an aversion to god itself, and your reluctance to die at my hand is a refusal to meet the maker
marge: do i sense pity in my rock
flanders: snakes the lot of you
lisa: rescue me oh lord from this eternal bliss rescue me oh lord from this eternal bliss rescue me oh lord from this eternal bliss rescue me oh lord from this eternal bliss rescue me oh lord from this eternal bliss
marge: prayer does not suit you, bedevilled one
homer: wife, this is not your fight
bart: so it shall be written
asking for money help, boosts needed, kinda urgent because i need to get my meds
i need money to pick up my antipsychotic and antidepressant tomorrow, and also for groceries and stuff
it's like $30-ish for both prescriptions
i've been searching for jobs at places so hopefully i won't have to do this much longer!
thank you so much for literally keeping me alive, fediverse!!!
lisa: boy. why have you entered my chamber. my private domain.
bart: your tongue is slippery, deceiver, you know why i have come
lisa: you wish to know what it is to lie
bart: when the lord bathed me in fire and bestowed me with these wings, he took my eyes and tongue, replacing them with gold and truth
lisa: you are his favourite
marge: do not speak to your sister, oracle. she is the plague
lisa: i will play clarinet now
homer: dance for us, wife
marge: i will dance as brahman creating
bart: you blaspheme, wench
ever think the people in horror films do it to themselves, like if i turned up to a creepy town and this guy said 'welcome to pissy death lake, stranger, hope you like it enough to stick around forever and ever' i would not let my sister convince me that we have to stay because 'im just being uptight.. as usual..' you know
team leader: kasia, we need this image but twice, can you do that!??!?!?
me: it'll be tricky but DAMMIT I'LL TRY
minecraft server admin, bad coder, i'm not a father just an igl
cringe posts daily
masto instance for the tildeverse