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woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.

Ebeneezer in 1742 wakes with a start as for some reason he has put out his guttering candle by slapping atop it ith the palm of his hand. His hand is burned and his nightgown and cap are spattered with hot wax.

Fascinated by the perceived necessity of an Equivalent Exchange

"THIS ISN'T A SEX THING" I exasperatedly yell as my leitmotif and that of my mortal enemy are arranged and mixed to play as a single track during our final climatic duel.

"ON MY MOTHER'S NAME, THIS ISN'T A SEX THING" I desperately howl as my nemesis and I pull off a seamless, perfectly coordinated team attack on a greater threat, with no prior training or practice, our skills and habits mingling and mixing perfectly and naturally due to our dozens of duels with each other, leading to immensely intimate familiarity with each other's martial habits, combat tendencies, and overall skillset.

Wait, the dog days are over? The dog days are done? And no one told me 😰?!

Oh no 😨 I havta get to my mother, my father, my children, my sisters and brothers quickly 🏃🏿‍♂️

Dude you left all your love and your longing behind, tidy up after yourself please

Can I carry it with me? I want to survive 🥺

its gay asf for a man to be a paladin....who are you laying hands on? other men?

"🥪" is shorthand for "🍞🧀🍅🥬🍞"