Hey, you know what they say. One man’s trash is another man’s F*CK YOU THIS IS MY APPLE CORE

Stares down at crocs in horror. I’m doomed by my own hubris!

Hmm . . . sounds like something a tricky raccoon would say to get me to let my guard down and . . . damnit, my trashcans!

I can now die happy. Thank you.

Is . . . is that why a mysterious penguin suddenly appeared in my living room. Whew. That’s a relief. I was worried it was because of the shrooms.

I pick bourbon. Oh . . . oh, we were talking about something else. But, yeah, I’m going with quitting the platform. I don’t see the use in trying to fight it, and even if I were to ‘win’, this will probably happen again in another month or so.

Side note: are you a raccoon that likes to debate, or is it debatable that you are a raccoon?

Oh . . . wow. I don’t think I did anything wrong, but I’m certain whatever I did was worse than that. I’m pretty sure I’ve said worse things to my favorite dog today (it’s okay to have favorites). Plus, that was really f*ing funny. Reminds me of when my friends and I have “stoner thoughts” competitions.

My last winning one was “Whenever you shorten ‘convenience store’ and call it a ‘c-store’, you are removing the convenience for the sake of convenience.”

I had created an alt in the past where I had asked some legal questions. That was about it, but maybe that tripped things up. Eh, regardless, it seems this place is more inviting. Also, the combination of words in your name might be one of the most comfortable combination of words ever.

Well, I’ll just consider this being in good company, then!

. . . [Quietly hides the fact that he is, indeed, a bot]

In all seriousness, though, thank you for that answer.