shouting_at_cars raze i guess this is a thing i do now. or maybe it's more a matter of talking to the people who pilot the poor machines they've made their peons, driving fast enough to kill anything unlucky enough to get in their way. i know they can't hear me, separated as we are by layers of plastic and steel and drywall and salt. i let them have it anyway. very impressive, i say. you just proved something to the world about the microscopic nature of your manhood. here. have a cookie. not that we keep cookies around the house anymore. but if we did, i'd offer them one before eating it myself. 240822 what's it to you? who go blather from