over the course of like... a week i've seen yinglet discourse go from weh weh weh do crimes and eat clams, all the way to you little weirdos having your own space program, i want to know what's in those clams
i zhink zhat's my fault actually, being an astronomer and bringing my passion into online spaces
im glad it's infectious!
Yinglets: creatures of chaos and passion.
Probably helps zhat space is really cool. And how else are we supposed to find out if zhere are clams on ozher planets?