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Riley Samels on Instagram / Etsy

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Jinkies

Jeepers!

Zoinks!

Ruh roh!

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hit on me like this and i guarantee it’ll work

chloe-seviche

IN THIS HOUSE WE STAN A MEXICAN LEGEND

blobbynfriends

Hey how can you blame her 🥲❤️

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Well, it’s time to get my winter car ready…

And put away my autumn-mobile.

pascalcampion

Late night thoughts #kittycatandmanlyman

pascalcampion

Mental health month part 2

#mentalhealthmonth #kittycatandmanlyman

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A boy is going to his first day of school.

He looks worried so his dad asks him, “What’s wrong?” Nervous, the kid asks, “How long do I have to go to school for?” “Until you’re 18,” says the father. The kid nods, and thinks about this quietly. When they get to the front gates of the school, the kid says, “Dad, you will remember to come and get me when I’m 18, won’t you?”

thecollectibles

Art by Dora

thesedragons

toonomancer

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The juxtaposition of anime ladies and gents.

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journeymanfool

I know it’s not anime but this is immediately what I thought of lmao

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twitter:https://twitter.com/spot9d

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Fred came home from University in tears.

“Mum, am I adopted?” “No of course not,” replied his mother. “Why would you think such a thing?” Fred showed her his genealogy DNA test results. No match for any of his relatives, and strong matches for a family who lived the other side of the city. Perturbed, his mother called her husband. “Honey, Fred has done a DNA test, and… and… I don’t know how to say this… he may not be our son.” “Well, obviously!” he replied. “What do you mean?” “It was your idea in the first place” her husband continued. “You remember, that first night in hospital when the baby did nothing but scream and cry and scream and cry. On and on. And you asked me to change him.” “I picked a good one I reckon. Ever so proud of Fred.”

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The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man around that they offered a standing $1000 bet.

The bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass, and hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money. Many people had tried over time (weight-lifters, longshoremen, etc.) but nobody could do it. One day this scrawny little man came into the bar, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny squeaky voice, “I’d like to try the bet.” After the laughter had died down, the bartender said, “Okay”, grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away. Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man. But the crowd’s laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass. As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and asked the little man, “What do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weight-lifter, what?” The man replied, “I work for the IRS.”