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Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Cosmic Funnies
we're not kids anymore.

pixel skylines
Not today Justin
Claire Keane
KIROKAZE
trying on a metaphor

blake kathryn

Andulka
icyghini twinkie
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Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Mike Driver
Stranger Things
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@constantlyquestioningg
everyone listen to sign wa b sanya & ririmu & kou ver
Maybe I'm not mentally ill and I'm actually just feeling anxious and guilty because I'm evil inside
I wash the cats’ water bowl every other day and every time I do it they swipe at me and pace around me like they are soooo thirsty and I have just stolen their precious water from them that they’ve been spitting food into and then when I put the clean and full water bowl back down they just sniff it and then don’t drink any. Okay so you weren’t thirsty and you just didn’t trust me is that it
(goverment voice) we need to protect the children from pornography so our plan is to remove their eyes so they would never see something so traumatic. if you are against removing children's eyes you are basically a pedophile
grout white shark
favorite uncle
The joyful boys.
GET ABSOLUTELY SHRIMPED!!!
miss reigen
one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.
true stories on make a terrible comic day
before the first
does anyone know if it’s possible
ok good I was getting worried
interesting kink assortment on the dash