When work and love are unsatisfactory, you can take out your little buddy, gaze at him, and quietly contemplate the spirit he embodies: able to be long or short, thick or thin, straight or curved, soft or hard. Learn from him, and the difficulties in front of you will seem like nothing.
At night, on the last bus, a woman in white sits in the back row. The driver looks in the rearview mirror, and the woman is gone. He slams the brakes and looks back—she's sitting there. He drives on and looks in the rearview mirror again, she's gone again. He brakes sharply and looks back, she appears again. He drives on and looks in the rearview mirror once more, she is gone again! He brakes, and the woman slowly walks over, her hair messy, her face covered in blood, and says in a deep voice, “F*** you, immortal! Do I have a grudge against you? You slam the brakes every time someone ties their shoelaces, every time someone ties their shoelaces.”
Haha, I'm laughing so hard I could pass out
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It's not that I'm attracted by the post titles, nor am I obsessed with the content. I'm just playing the role of a passing, soy-sauce-type rookie. No need to look down on me, nor to worship me, because I'm just passing by. If you ask why, it's probably because I always have that tireless 'soy sauce' spirit of teaching others. I leave my footprints on every post, whether it's an H post, a water post, a hidden post, a flame-baiting post, a newbie post, a recruitment post, a photo-sharing post, or a merit-claiming post, and so on and so forth, I leave my footprints. If you ask my name, please call me Rookie Sword Soul; if you ask my nickname, please call me: Ultraman.
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