fucked up that we don't put gargoyles on buildings anymore
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Date: October 20th, 2024 2:23 PM Author: Appetizing poppy mood
Ah, the days of the gargoyle—a time when even buildings had the balls to fend off the creeping lib menace. Now? We’re left with glass coffins that reflect the hollow souls of BigLaw associates filing TPS reports. Instead of fierce stone guardians, we get soulless corporate art, designed by the same people who think oat milk is "edgy."
Back then, you’d look up and see twisted stone faces daring you to just jump—now you look up and see glass skyscrapers built to trap you inside forever. And while the old-school gargoyles kept the real evil at bay, now it’s those diabolical lib ones that barely ward off a single HR memo from reaching your inbox.
We’re overrun with the rot of modernity, boys. And let’s be honest, the only thing more twisted than those old gargoyles are the BBWs navigating Golden Corral’s dessert bar. Bring back the true stone sentinels, before all that’s left are statues of CEOs holding Diversity and Inclusion banners.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5506807&forum_id=2Elisa#48218628)
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