Autocorrect, my ass. I typed that though into the A.I. Image generator, and got the image to my right. I mean left. Or today, as I typed a comment on a thread, and was autocorrected five the first time to a misspelling. I lij that. Fuve minutes of fame. No wonde we are becoming non- verbal. No wonder you have to add emojis to confirm meaning.
Scratch my head. The ponder sign. Hmmmm. Couldn’t find a gif.
When your BFF's got drama to discuss, or wants you to confirm if her Instagram caption is good, or brings you into a group chat to help formulate her text messages, Head-Rub Girl's like: "I'm going to pretend to listen to your idiocy because I'm your friend, but I literally can't with this." In fact, Head-Rub Girl "literally couldn't" so many times that it gave her an aneurysm and now she spends 100% of her time at home having the blood massaged out of her brain.”
Have you had the blood massaged out of YOUR brain? Would that be pleasurable? Massaging blood out of your brain?
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