My Grandma Used To Tell Me That "there Are Starving Children In Africa" Everytime I Wouldn't Finish My

My grandma used to tell me that "there are starving children in Africa" everytime I wouldn't finish my plate because she was forcing me to eat the Bad Texture™. That somehow never worked on me. I mean how is me finnishing my plate supposed to fix the problem? Irrelevant! If you wanna fix that then maybe start giving to fucking charity or something!

Anyway, no one knew I was neurodivergent for some reason.

[Video description: Compilation of Rock lee's little hiccups while he's drunk. End Description]

Very Important

i might elaborate later but fanfic replies literally develop writer’s metacognition and make them better writers

Me, sending Rock Lee a picture of a heart shaped rock: It's you

Rock Lee: Hey love what the heck does that mean?

[ID: Two black and white panels of two characters. They look like they might have been drawn on MS paint with a mouse.

First: The first character is asking the second: "hey man do u wanna get french toast". The second, looking confused, answers: "sorry what did u say i couldn't hear u im sorry"

Second: The first character repeats: "i said do u wanna go-" The second interrupts them: "oh shit yeah i heard u actually lets get some french toast" . Their text is red and has shadows. It's overlapping with the other speech bubble. They are more poorly drawn and their eyes are crossed outwards. End ID]

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Me, waking up from a coma: I lost my fucking duolingo streak!