This deal has me feeling a certain way meh. Today marks the end of my normal “ReclaimerCube is going to tell you what he wants, posts.”
Today is the end the of one type of post and the beginning of another. I’m going to do an anti-writeup, write-up everyday because I’m not feeling that I’m getting the attention I deserve anymore.
You’ve brought this upon yourself. Be warned.
And for one last time, the usual, IRK Plushies, Mehgic 8 Ball (all responses some form of meh.), Squatty Potty (because we don’t have the fukubukuro anymore and our crap needs to go somewhere), and a metric shitfuckton of AAA batteries.
Oh, it is something I want and need! Tired of hauling that huge old cuisinart out of the bottom shelf just to mince up 1/2 an onion.
Maybe not as much fun as buying something I have dubious use for, but it helps to ease the cat shirt guilts.
Wait other Meh people making sardonic jokes that are pretty good it’s like the Meh of old again. I was tired to carrying the ball this ain’t muscle beach here and it’s a big freakin ball. Keep it up douches.