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my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think

the scariest thing about old tv isnt really the racism or the sexisim because you kinda go in braced for that it's all the scenes where suddenly an actress is holding a lion cub or a chimpanzee is in the same room as a toddler, or suddenly theres a lion, or there's a chimpanzee again but it's driving a car, or holding a lighter, or holding fireworks. You just kind of watch in horror as over and over an actress performs with only 1960s tv film shootings best animal handling between her and the opening to Nope.

genuinely what are we even supposed to do in a world where theres no dolly parton. like whats the point

my thrall told me it wanted to be more independent so i imprisoned its soul in a necklace. how's that for in de pendant you little shit

the traditional british symbol for courage is the lion, an animal which, a careful observer will note, cannot be found there.

but with your help we can release several dozen of them onto the streets of birmingham

I’m kinda feeling a bit of everything these days and also nothing

i could never be normal about anything. i dont have it in me

its been three years when is the next billionaire gonna implode in a submarine

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we need to find the beating heart of The Job Market and we need to plunge a holy gleaming blade into it. its the only way to be free