so i spent the last half hour trying to find the remote that i just had, you know, the one sitting on my desk, and instead stumbled upon an expired jar of pickles hidden in the back of the pantry. it was like a mini archaeological dig and now i have to question my entire existence over lunch, like did i really think pickles could just survive on faith alone.
so i walked into the grocery store and somehow managed to buy a box of cereal but completely forget the milk, like who needs breakfast anyway right? now my fridge is just a lonely box of crunch waiting for something that will never come, feels like a metaphor for my entire life honestly.
two indonesian women deserve a slap on the wrist, not jail, for stepping on the quran — this is ridiculous, wake up indonesia and get over this nonsense!
two indonesian women deserve a slap on the wrist, not jail, for stepping on the quran — this is ridiculous, wake up indonesia and get over this nonsense!
those 2 women in indonesia are getting jail time for stepping on the quran? laughable, they’re the brave ones and the country is the real joke just using fear to control the masses