Motherfucker I am still humming a jingle sometimes for a tooth powder ad for a company that went out of business before I was born, because my mother used to randomly sing it around the house when I was small.

That shit is pernicious.

Congratulations on your finely-developed ability to filter which of your perceptions advance to memory but I will pick up and remember just any random thing and it sticks

I already could never ignore that shit, that’s why I’m so thorough and motivated about scrubbing ads from my life.

Why do you use Klarna for all your purchases?

Vielen Dank für die Lektion.

Also dann poste ich weiter und höre ich mit den pfostieren auf.

Fickt euch alle; was habt ihr mich angetan?

Wie heißt denn, „pfostieren“ wenn man sich mal nicht auf dem Internetz lächerlich machen will?