/b/ still exists?
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"Jet slept for the first time in months. Jet woke with a thundering headache, a vague memory of a dream involving a naked A.C. Peters getting annoyed at having to wait for her in an underwater Antarctic base, and a hundred notifications begging for her attention, some of which had already resolved themself once people realised she wouldn’t answer."
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"Jet slept for the first time in months. Jet woke with a thundering headache, a vague memory of a dream involving a naked A.C. Peters getting annoyed at having to wait for her in an underwater Antarctic base, and a hundred notifications begging for her attention, some of which had already resolved themself once people realised she wouldn’t answer."
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.