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But what a shame, what a shame the poor groom’s bride is a
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I couldn’t read that last one and not see this face
“toO LaTE!”
Oh my god. I love this.
annnd she’s gone
For those wondering,
double triple - six patties bossy - all beef deluxe - with everything (lettuce, onions, tomato, etc) on a raft - on toast 4x4 - 4 patty by 4 cheese, so (6x4) 24 patties and 24 slices of cheese animal-style - cooked in mustard extra shingles - extra toast with a shimmy - jelly on the toast and a squeeze - orange juice on the side light axle grease - with butter make it cry - extra onions burn it - well done let it swim - extra sauce
You forgot the orange juice on the side
so you’re telling me a banana nutted in this bread
She was style, and she was an old loneliness that nothing could quite wipe away; she was vastly knowledgeable about people, about books, about the mind’s emotions and the heart’s. She lived sometimes in a black box of memories and unanswerable questions, and then would come out and frolic — be feisty, and bold.
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I hate this
i really tried to keep a straight face
Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.
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some fuckboy: where’s my hug?
me:
why commit murder when you can have one of these
come on guys
I’d kill for one of those.
I think you’re missing the point
i’m a mime
Three nuns are sitting on a park bench. Then a man comes up and exposes himself to them. Two of them had a stroke. But the third one couldn't reach.