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What the fuck is that

[pissed off plum wine that I will soon learn was poisoned by my scholarly heir who loves ornaments] what if the sun never sets on this beautiful day

*otherkin zeppelin crash* ojhhh the huma- i mean oohh the something else

I have strong intuitions regarding the symbolic properties of foods and their effect on the body. It seems impossible to me, for example, that poor circulation would not be improved by eating radiant red fruits

I apologize for calling your dog "mustard gravybait"

shawty's like a malady in my head

I'm not gonna lie when I saw that AI image of trump speaking to Nordic aliens I assumed they were costumed actors involved with professional wrestling and went about my day.

"must be some Broadway thing. Trump loves Broadway."

[white-knuckling a submachine gun] i'm never puppy stressed when i do my puppy best