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I’m soooooo embarrassed. My lord told me “good night,” but I thought he was calling me a good knight, and, well, you could hear it clink against my codpiece.

fucking spot the difference game

ancient roman women whose husband keeps looking at the neighbour's boy quintus and he never looks at her that way and she can't even chainsmoke in the kitchen because they don't have marlboro blues in ancient times. and she can't even go to the club because they haven't discovered drum and bass music yet. her friend clodia's having visions of a woman named doechii but neither of them knows what that means

i must not kill myself . killing myself is the myself killer

Waiter oh waiter more salt in my wound please!!!

Thank u for this contribution

“i asked chat gbt” “i asked grok” well i asked philomena cunk n she said its the 36 year anniversary of the release of belgian techno anthem pump up the jam

go listen to linger by the cranberries