- latest dating misadventures in your quest for unobtainable religious Chad

- latest goo scraping on government machines (which you apparently love?)

- your excitement at voting for Biden for the second time

- latest $5.72 increases in your 401k

- latest signs of aging

- most recent panic attacks at aging

ty

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5525608&forum_id=2Elisa#47639023)

emoji interpretation is a whole weird form of communication now/

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5525608&forum_id=2Elisa#47640275)

now i live in a world where i share a picture with a zoomer, who responds it looks like i'm "pisschilling" and i have to google it.

tucker voice: "what happened?"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5525608&forum_id=2Elisa#47640293)

Every night, FizzKidd would set up his makeshift stage in the heart of the city's busiest square. With a rusty microphone in hand and a twinkle in his eye, he would beckon passersby to gather around and listen to his latest tales of woe.

"Step right up, folks! Gather 'round and lend me your ears," FizzKidd would proclaim, his voice carrying over the din of the city. "For tonight, I bring you tales of heartache, misfortune, and despair!"

And so, the people would gather, drawn by the promise of stories that mirrored their own struggles and sorrows. FizzKidd would regale them with tales of star-crossed lovers torn apart by fate, of dreams dashed against the cold, unforgiving pavement of reality, and of hope flickering like a dying ember in the darkness.

But FizzKidd's tales weren't just stories; they were reflections of the human condition, mirrors held up to the souls of those who dared to listen. Each word dripped with raw emotion, each sentence a dagger to the heart, leaving the listeners breathless and teary-eyed.

As the night wore on and the crowd dispersed, FizzKidd would pack up his stage and disappear into the shadows, leaving behind only whispers of his latest tales of woe.

For in a city filled with bright lights and endless possibilities, FizzKidd reminded the people that sometimes, it's the darkest stories that shine the brightest.

And so, the legend of FizzKidd lived on, his name whispered in hushed tones by those who sought solace in his tales of woe. For in a world where pain and suffering were all too common, FizzKidd was a beacon of light in the darkness, a storyteller for the lost and the lonely, and a reminder that even in the bleakest of times, there is beauty to be found in the most unexpected of places.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5525608&forum_id=2Elisa#47640625)