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notice how everybody's horny for the first time today
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Did you do that?
notice how everybody's horny for the first time today
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ha. I bet your parents warned you about the types of women you'd meet in the big city. but sister, that ain't me. your parents ain't never seen a bitch like me. your parents don't know a bitch like me is possible. they don't know how far science has come. I'm basically the worst thing you'll ever see, and the best shit you'll ever feel. I walk through the door with my arm around you and your parents shit and vomit, guaranteed.
I don't look like much out on the street, but when I let the dogs out the girls start barking. you don't date me to piss off your parents, you date me to make them envy you. I keep a folding chair in the trunk of my corolla just in case your dad needs a place to sit while I'm fucking his wife. that's fucking right, I'm a gamer. I won't apologize. let me ask you something, if you could piss cum, would you apologize?
cause I don't shoot ropes, I throw down. humans can't pronounce the word for what my wiener does. I'm at your granddad's funeral seven days a week. look at me wrong and you can kiss your ass goodbye, cause I am the dad who works at nintendo. I was born on a saturday. I am the danger. don't fuck with me, kid.
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Unused views of Jean Michel's PDA from Nancy Drew: Danger by Design
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A case in point was the “swear box” that she installed on every set where she worked. The idea was that anyone on the stage who said a naughty word must atone by dropping a coin into the box, the collection to be given to charity. “Put a coin in the swear box,” said Loretta. “What?” said Stanwyck, who’d never before heard of this flummery. “You said bad words,” twinkled Loretta. “You have to pay for it.” She pointed to the box. Stanwyck raised her eyes heavenward. “Oh, for Christ’s sake!” She fished in her purse and withdrew a quarter. “There,” she said. “There’s twenty-five cents for your goddamn swear box.“
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For a while I’ve been using “Is it better than Jughead’s Folly?” as my standard benchmark for evaluating all stories. The answer’s usually no.
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Asked my brother why he doesn't play his spaceboys game with his friends lately and he looked so offended. Cheryl played it once. I know it.
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i am so absolutely utterly scared that my insane grandfather in his 80s who runs miles every morning is going to leave me a bird in his will and i am especially scared he is going to leave me a large cockatoo named "captain hook". hook has been trying to make me his child bride since i was like 6 years old and every time i see him again which has only been a couple times with decades in between hook is like "you. it's always been you. ever since you were born i've known we were meant to be" captain hook you are a bird and i am a LESBIAN and i don't WANT an eternal sentinel captain HOOK!!!!!!!
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Today my laptop had a hiccup as I was writing up something most important and had to sit down and think about how I need to beat Betty in success until it whirred back to life.
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