I have a public-facing job, so, yes.

I used to think Elon Musk was actually cool and actually trying to do good… Until I met him when working at Tesla. He’s so weird. How he talks, how he gesticulates, what he actually says… He is clearly not living in the same reality as the rest of us and it’s scary to think that people have dealt with this dude personally and agreed with him despite this. Are they all aliens? 😬

I did, two times. First was when woman had some problems with spine and skin so she looked weird and moved weird add to it my shortsightedness and it was weird/creepy. Second time I was going back home at 3 am after drinking, and there was a guy that was walking in my direction in the unevenly lit underpass and he had no face. I was like don’t scream like a little girl it’s alcohol probably. Then I understood it was a guy who learned to wear helmet on a moto the hard way of being human chalk piece.

Yea. Mark Zuckerburg. Just watch this reptile drink a glass of water. Its a alien reptile that has his UFO break down, and he’s stuck on Earth. This reptile loves violating people’s privacy so that’s why this reptile invented facebook.

/s I don’t actually believe he’s an extraterrestrial, but like, with this crazy timeline, I won’t be surprised to see Independence Day Aliens

Every time I turn on American news.

Look up Kenneth Copeland. The pastor dude.

Got this question at bar trivia:

“How many pairs of ribs do human beings have?”

Me: “Easy! 12!”

Everyone else: “How do you know that?”

Me: “Because I have 13 pairs of ribs…”

Haven’t met him but Zuckerberg

A friend did run into him in Hawaii and called him steve Zuckerberg just to fuck w him

I’m often told I lack human traits in my face to face communication with others

Haha, yes those creatures are so strange, isn’t that right fellow humans? Who do they think they’re fooling? Get a copy of A Changeling’s Guide to Being Human and blend in better, aw jeez.

Yes.

I was the director of a very small summer camp in a former career. For some background info, the camp mainly served kids from some rather infamous inner-city neighborhoods. This was one of the very few black owned summer camps in the country. 99% of these kids were black or brown; I am vampiricly pale white and ginger.

And so, I found myself at a conference representing this camp…. Mostly to beg, coerce, and shame wealthy people there into giving us money (we sure as shit weren’t making money off the families of our kids; most couldn’t pay, but going to camp was safer than any week at home in the city).

On day 2 of the conference I get a text. It’s from the secretary of some high powered individual from Focus on the Family whose name I have long forgotten. He wants to have lunch with me to discuss an “opportunity.”

What the hell, right? Their money’s just as green as everyone else’s. Maybe I can charm the guy into cutting us a check.

So, I say yes and we meet at the fanciest restaurant in the hotel this conference was in.

Friends, I’m not one to believe in possession but something was straight up evil about this man from the moment I sat down. I mean I felt like I was eating with a fucking demon.

The “opportunity,” by the way, was to essentially fuck over the community our camp was for and convince our board to sell the land to his organization. This land was the same space some of the families of our community had been enslaved on. It was hallowed ground.

I ordered the most expensive dish I could find, waited for the food to come, told him to go fuck himself, and then went back to my hotel room and took a shower to get the feeling of being around that…… Thing off me.

I really don’t know how to describe it. It was like sitting across from some kind of hungry emptiness in the form of an old man.

I don’t know what I talked to, but I do wonder if that mother fucker was human.

I mean my ex wife had what she called “resting bitch face.”

Everyone else just said she’s emotionless and has the exact same monotone of voice outside of her “customer service” voice. She could get angry, but she really didn’t get angry she just got loud. Until she typically lost it then it was different.

Looking back on it, people always told me “there’s something off about her.” I always kind of brushed it aside cause she was hot.

Note that a lot of people who come across like that are probably somewhere on the autism spectrum. Lt Cmdr Data is seen as autistic representation for a reason. Like Data, they aren’t bad people at all, they just function differently.

yes, me, but no one except that

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you might enjoy https://www.tedcruzforhumanpresident.com/

I met some gibbons once—they were suspiciously lacking in social skills.