By Slavic Go To Postthis is how i imagine psy in my headA man of great taste
By Smokey Go To Post
I'm a bad catholic. Well ex catholic but whatever. I was like "wtf dudes giving up meat for a day for?"
I didn’t understand the tweet when I first read it, I thought it was just shitting on vegetarians at first.
By Smokey Go To Postdamn people in the comments are upset
Why are people upset lol.
For what its worth though if folks wanna pretend to be pious or give something up I prefer them just avoiding meat than previous eras of like deciding certain individuals need to be purged.
For what its worth though if folks wanna pretend to be pious or give something up I prefer them just avoiding meat than previous eras of like deciding certain individuals need to be purged.
By Slavic Go To Posti respect a croc man, people like that are comfortable and secure enough to wear them.lies
filming the other couple is a super trash move but if she can deal with this positively i don't care tbh.
By Laboured Go To PostI feel physically and psychologically threatened.“sport mode”
By Smokey Go To PostWent to bed at 10p. Woke up at 615a.
Overrated.
I think the 6:15 part is where it went wrong.
By Pac-12 Go To PostI think the 6:15 part is where it went wrong.
Will go byke to the standard 4-5 hr sleep cycle
Not going to lie, I got 5 hours last night, too.
I usually make up a little lost ground on the weekend, though.
I usually make up a little lost ground on the weekend, though.
Someone linked an older article on Twitter. 2018. It's an amazing read.
I Was A Cable Guy. I Saw The Worst Of America.
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/cable-tech-dick-cheney-sex-dungeon_n_5c0ea571e4b06484c9fd4c21
I Was A Cable Guy. I Saw The Worst Of America.
https://www.huffpost.com/entry/cable-tech-dick-cheney-sex-dungeon_n_5c0ea571e4b06484c9fd4c21
I can’t tell you about a specific day as a cable tech. I can’t tell you my first customer was a cat hoarder. I can tell you the details, sure. That I smeared Vicks on my lip to try to cover the stench of rugs and walls and upholstery soaked in cat piss. That I wore booties, not to protect the carpets from the mud on my boots but to keep the cat piss off my soles. I can tell you the problem with her cable service was that her cats chewed through the wiring. That I had to move a mummified cat behind the television to replace the jumper. That ammonia seeped into the polyester fibers of my itchy blue uniform, clung to the sweat in my hair. That the smell stuck to me through the next job.
Maybe the next job was the Great Falls, Virginia, housewife who answered the door in some black skimpy thing I never really saw because I work very hard at eye contact when faced with out-of-context nudity. She was expecting a man. I’m a 6-foot lesbian
She said she was sorry about him. I said, “It’s fine.” I said there really wasn’t anything I could do. She blinked back the flood of tears she’d been holding since God knows when. She said, “It’s just, when he has Fox, he has Obama to hate. If he doesn’t have that …” She kept looking over her shoulder. She was terrified of him. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I just need him to have Fox.” I got out of my van.
I want to paste so much of it OMG
Anyway, Otto’s mom laughed and said, “Not a kid.” It took me a second. She went down to get his permission. And I was allowed down into a dungeon where she had a man in a cage. I don’t remember if she had a bad splitter. So that was probably early on. After a few years, not even a dungeon was interesting. Sex workers tip, though.
Deepest Bluest, Shitty Robin and that guy who wanted to boink his cousin from Cant Hardly Wait
whew this show
whew this show
