red my beloved

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pink 1960 Cadi

llac Eldorado

Break The Gimmick

ABC EFG I KLMNO RS U

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1960 Cadillac Eldorado Seville

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pink 1960 Cadi

llac Eldorado

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Ok.

Achievement Unlocked:

Break The Gimmick

What is going on??

Item: Cadillac of Confusion; allows wielded to cast indecision upon targets when the engine is revved, making them unable to determine their next move.

Heresy.

Rating: Not Cute

Snating: snot snute

Yeah sure I'll reblog that

woah mama

2 ⅘ Clowns!

0 Jesters!

Conservation status: Least Concern

Classification: native, potentially invasive

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autumn please.

I feel like most other foods have obvious visual tells like mold or they end up smelling foul and obviously bad. But I was googling about oil and the internet says “if it smells like crayons, it’s bad” which would not have been my first guess. And I tested it out on my somewhat old sesame oil and was like “by god, I would describe this as smelling like crayons”

IF YOUR

MASCARA

SMELLS LIKE

crayons

MAOE THE MILK TART OR ILL KILL YOUU

Prep Time: 20 mins

Cook Time: 50 mins

Total Time: 1 hr 10 mins

Servings: 8

Yield: 1 9-inch pie

Ingredients

cooking spray

1 cup white sugar

3 tablespoons butter, melted

3 egg yolks

1 cup cake flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

¼ teaspoon salt

4 cups milk

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

3 egg white

1 tablespoon cinnamon sugar

Directions

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Coat a 9-inch deep-dish pie plate with cooking spray.

Mix together sugar and butter in a large bowl until smooth. Add egg yolks and beat until light and fluffy. Sift in cake flour, baking powder, and salt; stir until well-blended. Mix in milk and vanilla until combined.

Whip egg whites with an electric mixer in a separate bowl to stiff peaks. Fold into batter. Pour into the prepared pie plate; sprinkle cinnamon sugar on top.

Bake in the preheated oven for 25 minutes, then reduce temperature to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Continue baking until the center is set when pie is gently jiggled, 25 to 30 minutes.

After scum-bucket had fled the scene, J decided that L needed some more support, so she called every women she knew.  Everyone available showed up to L’s apartment with weapons and booze.  Imagine if you will, around 30 women stuffed into a one-bedroom apartment comforting L and passing around the drinks when someone spots scum-bucket’s car pulling into the parking lot.

It was decided that a few ladies would stay in the apartment with L while the rest of us when downstairs to confront scum-bucket and prevent him from entering the building.

Now all of us ladies at that time happened to belong to the same theater group that specialized in swashbuckling plays, lots of sword fights and the like.  So, when I say we brought weapons, I mean we brought things like broadswords, battleaxes, crossbows, rapiers and like.

So, scum-bucket gets out of his car and starts walking across the parking lot only to spot 25 or so heavily armed women marching out of the building, raising their weapons and charging at him while screeching like furies.

Scum-bucket had a pretty good sense of self-preservation and the sight of us was inspiring.  He ran back to the car and peeled out of the parking light like the hounds of hell were at his heels and I suppose we were.