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swedish'esqu fish pooh gave me. my 1st and last time. i was on a plane. i was william shatner. i closed my eyes...i woke to an almost empty cabin........ it was AMAZING! OH....and the time, the statue of liberty said i needed to take a nap and let the geese stare at me. (that pic is somewhere around these boards) TL;DR pooh's got the goods. staten island in the spring is.....well...staten island...but the edibles are killer.

take this back to your desk, and fix the sentance.

will neither confirm NOR deny the first moon landing.

lmao.. STFU.

^ when one tries to re-word google, and then remember that they ALSO have to play moronatard.

hey hey hey.......

JUST got a job as a bartender at the pink pony club.

has decided that working for the weekend, just isn't a thing.

he can't....NO, he REFUSES to wonder, who will, in fact, stop the rain.

i don't exist.

look. YOU left them in the break room. there IS a notice about those things. btw...next time...would you get the spicy ones?

2nd cloudfare supported site that required this.

LETTUCE PRAY! our pasta, who art in a colander, draining be your noodles. thy noodle come, sauce be yum, on top some grated parmesan. give us this day, our garlic bread...RAmen and now...i ask that you kneel for blessing...... may we all be touched by his noodled holiness, and graced with his great wisdom..... may we all be united in the pursuit of brotherhood and sisterhood worldwide, united as one giant noodle. RAmen

HERE MY CRIES ZEUS! HE NEEDS TO BE SEEN! HE NEEDS TO BE HEARD! GRACE HIM WITH THE STORIES OF THE OLD GODS KING OF THE THUNDER!

SERPENT OF THE RIVERS! THE RAINBOW SERPENT!! COME FORWARD TO CARVE A PATH OF WATER AND WAY!

ESHU! WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO PLAY TRICKSTER!? COME DINE ON THE CRIES OF THE WEARY, FOR YOUR TRICKS NO LONGER WORK!

now you know damn well, i would not be able to stop myself. i prayed to the old gods, and i am awaiting instruction..... carry on.

SEE ME SENPAI!!!!!! SEE ME NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!

baked sweet potato. i might make a pbj because i'm craving peanut butter.

1. salt 2. children's face paint 3. dirt 4. 5. 4 ply rope.

it does, and i am finding that i need to let go of what younger me could do, and live in this moment of preperation for my golden years. it's the skin, and flab that hurts my feelings. and absolutely, the breadking down of my body, faster that it used to.