blurry adventures of Snorlax

i was walking the other day as usual when im kinda lonely and i hear someone crying. it was this big guy that kinda looked like an overweight skunk that smoked way too much bud. i asked him "what's wrong buddy someone stole your stash"? he looked at me with rage "why am i on this earth"? i tell him some existential bullshit that only a true delusional drunkard would believe. he finally stops crying and offers me some ice-cream cake, i would have preferred an apple pie but i have a rule that i don't say NO to free food. he told me about this asshole pokemon trainer named Ash who had gotten into a barfight with Snorlax and called him a lazy hippie. "i guess i see his point you are currently eating cake and smoking a bong that's pretty irresponsible man." so i tell my new friend Snorlax that I have a shit time machine that sometimes works if i kick it enough times, let's go kick this kid's ass.

on next week's episode tony the tiger eats too many frosted flakes and becomes morbidly obese.

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i grew up with the internet i remember using aol to log onto the web it was a dial up it took a lot of time to load we used to use aim everyone would make away messages and your could choose your own username everyone would compete on who was cooler and then came cell phones it was just a phone at that time there were a couple of games and there were ringtones too after came text messages you used to have to pay per each text message after came plans to pay for texts meanwhile computers got faster and now there was dsl and cable internet i remember the first iphone i think it came out when i was in college

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"Whatever caused the slump that, in turn, became a panic, one thing was clear—none of those who had helped to inflate the bubble felt responsible for its bursting. They were the blameless casualties of a disaster of almost natural proportions." Diaz, H. (2022). Trust: Winner of the 2023 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. Pan Macmillan.

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