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if i look back, i am lost
Peter Solarz

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Janaina Medeiros
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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what kind of review is this
Today, Mario is going to go to your house!
Okay!
Tomorrow, Mario is going to go to your house?
fuck i’m trying to catch all these flies but they think my vinegar is stupid. i have honey also but that’s for me i can’t give them any of that
management trying to hire and retain employees
Your honor my client's love language is money laundering
rb if you support women in STEM (sadism, torture, evil, menacing)
new keyboard came
having a pet fish is so funny. yeah there’s a guy in my house who can move in more dimensions than me, and i’ve permanently trapped him in a 2ft glass cube
I just dont think this is true
by far the harshest truth ive ever had to come to terms with is that many people genuinely have absolute dogshit taste and that is, technically, not a crime
when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. when all you have is a paintbrush, everything looks like a canvas. when all you have is a cock, everything looks like the exhaust pipe of a 2014 honda civic. so yes, to answer your question, i am stuck. please call the emergency services
saw a thing recently about how callin ppl “y’all” and “folks” is becoming cringe. buddy you can pry those terms of address from my cold dead hands, they’re the only thing keeping me from calling everyone “honeybee”
at least if i die on this hill i’ll go to y’allhalla