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what does he want
help
honeymoon is an interesting term because an actual moon made of honey would imply space bees which is pretty horrifying
CATS HAVE LIMITED OBJECT PERMANENCE AND DON’T ALWAYS UNDERSTAND THAT TWO DIFFERENT DOORS CAN LEAD TO THE SAME ROOM
thankyouforyourcooperation:
#SO IS THIS WHY MY CATS ASK TO BE LET IN BECAUSE IT’S RAINING #AND THEN IMMEDIATELY GO TO THE OTHER DOOR AND ASK TO BE LET OUT AGAIN?
YUP, THAT’S WHY. CATS ARE BIG DUMMIES AND OFTEN SEE NO REASON WHY TWO DIFFERENT DOORS SHOULD LEAD TO THE SAME PLACE, SO THEY FIGURE THEY’LL CHECK IF IT’S ALSO RAINING IN THE OTHER OUTSIDE BEHIND THE OTHER DOOR.
WHEN THE PROPRIETOR OF THIS BLOG WAS A CHILD, THE KITCHEN LED INTO THE DINING ROOM, WHICH LED INTO THE LIVING ROOM, WHICH LEAD INTO THE FRONT HALLWAY, WHICH LED BACK INTO THE KITCHEN, SO WHEN THE CATS WERE HUNGRY, THEY WOULD CHECK THEIR BOWLS, SEE THAT THEY WERE EMPTY, AND WALK ALL THE WAY AROUND THE HOUSE TO SEE IF THE OTHER BOWLS IN THE OTHER KITCHEN WERE ALSO EMPTY.
why is everyone screaming
FOR AN ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION, I ADVISE YOU TO LOOK AT THE TITLE OF THIS BLOG.
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hot dog fall out of bun directly into storm drain
me: i must resist my primal urges a fool: they must mean sex me: *thinking in winstons voice* penut buter
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If she ask you for your star sign she’s actually entertaining the thought of being with you.
She just wants to know why she finds you so annoying
id love for someone to please explain to me how i ended up terrified of any kind of intimacy while craving it constantly all at the same time
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went to brookstone today and sat in a massage chair, because that’s what you do. the chair was already on when i sat down. it began to massage my butt in the most assertive of fashions. it was uncomfortable. i didn’t know this chair. i hadn’t even said hello. i didn’t even know its name and it was unexpectedly digging its multitudinous and sensually rotating knobs into my previously unfondled buttocks.
i sat, frozen and staring into the middle distance until a brookstone employee approached. “can i help you with anything?” he said with the friendly-but-dead-inside tone that only comes with hard retail experience.
i made full eye contact as the chair kneaded my gluteus maximus with renewed alacrity. “this machine is touching my butt,” i said, maintaining eye contact. i’m not sure what i expected him to do about it. it was too late. i’d already said it. the ball was in his court.
“it does that,” he said.
downloaded Krita, found the manga preset