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"play-doh is not foodā myĀ ass. Iāve been eating play-doh for years and everybody likes me
Wheel of Fortune really seems like itās filmed in a colder ring of Hell and Pat Sajack is a minor demon eternally atoning for his sins through a glammed-up game of hangman
if everyone in the world jumped at the same time would we all agree to never speak of it again out of embarrassment
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rush hour 3 is the greatest film of our generation
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Iāve changed my mind the Pacifier is far superior and Iām quite frankly disgusted with everything else on Earth
inbox said there was a message and then gave me nothing, so if you sent me that 50,000-word analysis of Rush Hour 3 I asked for I plead with you to send it again ,please
rush hour 3 is the greatest film of our generation
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another busy day of squandering my potential
I think the only good thing that happened in high school for me was that time in the computer room when it was completely quiet and a girl two rows in front of me said the word āpenetrationā in a deep voice and then the room continued to be silent again until the bell rang
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there are a lot of ruins to explore on the internet but of them all I think that vore.net has had the biggest impact on my life outlook
there are a lot of ruins to explore on the internet but of them all I think that vore.net has had the biggest impact on my life outlook
actually for my 200th post Iād just like to say
tonight Iāve been forced to remember. itās here now, the most catastrophic memory I had ever repressed in my feeble mind, so wilting and bowed to the ungentle hands of the world. something I buried in order to live on, to be able to lift my head each morning, to be able to feel again. but I can no longer do these things. the masquerade was a shield for a moment ā years, yet a moment ā but it could never withstand that force against it, those horrific waves that would inevitably shatter its guard, and with it, my sanctuary. and are any of you different? we all lived through it, we all erected our shields, we all turned our heads and tried to move on with posture. we all lied. but I can no longer lie. tonight, I rememberā¦and so too will the world:
afro circus.
madagascar is out of control. Iād say this is what happens when you give animals acid, but letās be real here.
this is what happens when you give animators acid.Ā
there is so much effort and time poured into the festering batter that is production for an animated film. how many hands touched this scene. was it written? storyboarded with careful attention to maximizing memeability? how many designers, shaders, background artists, expression specialists, texturers laid eyes on this sequence, through every gasp of progress? how many minds gave up trying to stop it from happening?? I have a genuine intent to find the answer to this question. Iām firing all of them
tonight Iāve been forced to remember. itās here now, the most catastrophic memory I had ever repressed in my feeble mind, so wilting and bowed to the ungentle hands of the world. something I buried in order to live on, to be able to lift my head each morning, to be able to feel again. but I can no longer do these things. the masquerade was a shield for a moment -- years, yet a moment -- but it could never withstand that force against it, those horrific waves that would inevitably shatter its guard, and with it, my sanctuary. and are any of you different? we all lived through it, we all erected our shields, we all turned our heads and tried to move on with posture. we all lied. but I can no longer lie. tonight, I remember...and so too will the world:
afro circus.
please discount all of my opinions I still like homestuck