anytime im playing on a TF2 server and i want to throw it into chaos I ask "which merc do you think would make the best husband?" it doesn't matter if the server is filled with straight men. everyone has a very strong opinion on this.

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anytime im playing on a TF2 server and i want to throw it into chaos I ask "which merc do you think would make the best husband?" it doesn't matter if the server is filled with straight men. everyone has a very strong opinion on this.
work has absolutely fried my brain, feel free to send me submas, pkm, or homestuck requests to draw quickly and badly
spilling a drink is one of the deepest pains imaginable. the loss of delicious liquids. the knowledge your adult ass needs a little no-spill baby sippy cup. now you have to clean instead of enjoy your delicious beverage and pray that the ants dont discover youre a god damn fool
i hate this fucking thing im alright with trash, im okay with keys, im okay with ice cream. this little fucker doesn't even register as a pokemon to me. it feels like a fake card someone is trying to trade me at school but it's clearly also a Yu-Gi-Oh card and not a pokemon card but they're insisting that you're the one that's wrong and it's very valuable
once i had a dream that i created a shirt that made me rich and this was the design
is looney tunes is inherently nihilistic, as characters with desires and goals are the ones punished, or are they cautionary tales warning of greed?
another one for the books
my marvin mii married and divorced emmet pokemon followed by immediately falling in love with his identical twin brother