I would get exhausted also and pull out of Ukraine.

Am I the only person who finds that so much war in the past and now in the future is offensive? I am very offended. Now be civilized and chill out. Or find yourself a bride.

The it creeped up the stairs with a knife behind it's gruesome back, ready, for there was a man at the top with greasy black hair playing a clarinet. Storm clouds could be seen clashing into lightning and loud booming thonder. He said: Care for a cup of tea?"

Try your luck on my gaggle of ducks!

In the other room.

I wish she was alive to tell me.

It all comes down to the flavor of it, and I choose the blue soup.

You are not fond of peace are you.

Are the Palistians really Iranian puppets or not?

Nobody is free until they dance.

We rise out of the garbage can, as the new can do people of the revolution.

The vikings are coming!

Russia was so focused on its new weapons, those hypersonic missles and a such, that it took its eye off of the weapons of its enemies. America is way more insane about weapons than reason could grapple with.

San Francisco State was just an angry microphone, which is why I left long ago, and my grades went up. My politics didn't matter so much.

I am the non-paperback writer.

You make the sacrifice when clearly you are a pebble on the beach.

Which queen are you? Can you do the princess test?

Af first I thought the map favored Rushia, but today Ukraine has the map advantage. The strategy by Russia no doubt required a distance from the border to be effective.

I want to thank the US Military and I hope you know why. Hang five.

The heart is where it starts..

To save lives, try and try..

Most people can understand the unity the world needs, and the more the better.

We acted fast.

Bill Hole was at the lake beach when the UFO came down to drink some water. He gazed at it, though he was dreaming. It was a thing of beauty, with lights everywhere glowing. Then it was gone in a flash, and that is that.

That's me!

Should we return to belly bucking and head butting, and just stop all the violence that way.

These are like end times or the end of time. I am ready for the aliens to return if they exist, perhaps to help.

I pray for the world the best I can, but adding to the tensions, not a good idea, too tense...

A God is more likely than ever, but with physics behind it. (?)

I am happy to say that Indiia and Ukraine are now Merit Nations.

Good Morning World.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!