i signed a contract with the admins so the mods could sexually harass me politely, and that makes it extra legal. no i’m not referring to any specific communities or instances.
I have very specific desires for mine, but I’ve warned my family because as they scatter my cremains (I’m assuming they couldn’t figure out how to compost me and turn me into a tree) i want them to play a very specific inappropriate to the moment song that if they stop to think about it will make them giggle.
eat it you coward :P
Bullet analysis is hogwash anyways
How? Like, proper sanitation ought to take care of that.
Worst ass I ever ripped the kid getting his diaper changed started crying. Stankiest fart
Thank you. My favorite drummer’s entire family was clowns and they were the nicest people.
My dudes I am already bald let us not pile on them here. Please be chill
I was about to say grievous bodily harm but those don’t match. Probably easy to guess what I been reading lately.
Yeah, if you’re not a candidate for getting in my pants, and happily married thank you, all anyone really needs to know is nonbinary. The charts and graphs with colors and times of day and moods and scratch and sniff areas (it’s a very well designed chart, I’ve put a lot of thought into it) those I have saved over the years for my lovers, my glue salespersons, and the lady who owns and runs my favorite restaurant (we know each other a little too well).
I have strong opinions on the matter
Only if the trolley does a kickflip on the way too
Yeah I just can’t with his books or media for the same reasons that people do with JKR.
yeah, i have a soundtrack that is constantly playing if i am not hearing music. Right now i am obsessed with the new album that i missed the tour of because Fuck Ticketmaster. It is repeating in my head. Which is really weird because I don’t know all the lyrics so my brain is kind of Watermeloning through it until it gets to the parts where it knows the lyrics. (when you don’t know the words and you are on stage and you are supposed to be singing, if you know the tune you hum through your nose (it kind of bounces the voice off the sinuses and soft palate but you block it from coming out your mouth, some tone in harmony gets out and when you mouth watermelon it looks like you know the words. gets you out of a tough spot in choral singing. not so much if you’re the only one on that part) ) ))) some extras I forget how many tangents I went on.
his dad is an intellectual property lawyer, so to answer the “is he a terrorist”, he probably dreams about it.
you marvelous bastard i love you. that was brilliant. i want to punch you through the face and buy you coffee and maybe kiss you i’m not sure I am having emotions i am going to go play final fantasy and settle down. you toyed with my emotions masterfully how dare you.
It took… fuck. I don’t want to count but i’d guess about fifteen years to figure out my problem. And that’s not even counting the brain shit since chronic disease takes a toll on you mentally. have patience and know we’re rooting for you.
my problem ultimately ended up being structural. musculoskeletal. once we started accounting for that damage we were able to make the improvement we needed. don’t rule anything out.
I have a good friend who has the same birthday as another friend. They are both huge baseball fans but one is a Giants fan and one Dodgers. For non baseball fans, those teams are usually intra-league rivals. So each year for their birthdays they get each other a piece of the other team’s memorabilia. And each year they quietly swap it with each other into their own collections a few weeks later, because the Dodgers fan doesn’t really want Giants merch and vice versa. So like at whomever’s funeral I can maybe expect a boo toward the Dodgers or Giants from this long friendship. It would feel right.