Garf, if they were real, if you could obtain them. how many sweat chalices would you have and whos sweat. would they be labeled by body part, and the person of origin. maybe you should organize them, i hear the dewey decimal system's pretty cool. maybe even have some from other mirror worlds, or maybe even different iterations of said person of origin, such as the sephirahs many lives. or even the 4 four different versions of the molar crew. the og, the crabkillers, and the sinners respective counterparts. Just saying man, this could all be real. with some hard drugs or even hypnotizing. possibilities are endless in this world. one day youre a regular californian, next your a fixer with a fixation on the sweat of others. also underboob sweat is superior.

Garf, you ever have a dream where your trying to get something but just end up never getting it, and you wake up dissappinted you didnt get the fake item? Or something along that line. For example i just had this dream i was at a fake anime convention in the middle of nowhere with some friends. We stayed at a hotel near the convention, as soon as we got there (we had driven a while i think) i decided to take a nap while my friends went out and explored said convention. They come back and i wake up and one of them has this like 1 foot tall nendoroid of a megumi kato from saekano and i was like, "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT" and he said they were givng them out for free and was confused that i wasnt going to get one. I decided i wanted one and said we should go and then as im getting ready (im essentially in a shirt and underwear) they leave before me, and i end up losing them. I go to the convention trying to find them and i cant, i call them, they dont pick up. Then all of a sudden my 70 yr old grandpa's there and wants a picture with me. The picture turned into a painting next to like a snake shrine. After that i go looking around for 1 foot tall nendoroids and get lost, (for some reason the convention looks like an outdoor mall) i end up not finding my friends, not finding my 1 foot tall nendoroid, and get stuck in a fucking line for cotton candy. Then i wake up really depressed i didnt get the 1 foot tall nendoroid, only to realize, wait a minute... that was a dream. And still be a little saddened even after the dream. If you cant tell, i just had this dream, and uh, i cant tell if im still down that i didnt get the 1 foot tall nendoroid...

Garf, if an apple fell on newtons head leading him to discover laws of the world, then what the hell made us discover that drinking milk was yummy. Who tf pasteurized it and was like damn this shit good. THEN someone goes lemme put it with my bland ass cereal grains endorsed by mr. Kellogg, #1 enemy if masturbation. What the hell kinna people decided this shit was normal. At least we have cotton candy icecream now, you know, icecream flavored after fluffy flavored sugar. Wait... WHO THE HELL MADE COTTON CANDY??😭😭😭 thank you for your time