SwimModSponges

You guys need a mod who is her obsessively every day even when there's absolutely nothing to do here but lurk on the online users tab and see where all the guests are congregating.

Kavanaugh dinosaur rape fanfiction.

Planet of the Dinosaurs [1977] Had an old vhs tape of this one when i was a youngin', tracked it down on YouTube and watched it again the other night. 9/10- they don't make moustaches like that anymore.

deep.

Is it something you feel neutral towards or something you actively dislike? What does that say about you as a person?

Another one I'm calling "crisis actors" on. I haven't heard anywhere near the complaining about this song as much as the complaining I've heard about the complaining about this song.

Do you like tapes and CDs?

Lol, he just went full-on boomer Facebook meme post.

Do you have any kind of accurate estimate of our true user base?

... Do you think that's accurate?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I've been to a couple of taxidermy conventions. They were not fun.

Here I was hoping you were planning on reading and reviewing my fanfiction.

Here I was hoping you were planning on reading and reviewing my fanfiction.

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but its sinking, to circle around and come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older; shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.

break a broomstick over your knee and brandish the pointed end at her, threaten to shove it up her ugly ass if she doesn't fuck off.

I don't even know what I'm doing.

That was for a white card. Also a white card: *gif of a black person*

That was in 2010. Tied my record in 2011.

24 is my record.

*bags turkey*

Ok, so this one was narrated. A family moved into our house (we were no longer there) and found a wolfman living in my bedroom. The family decided they would let the wolfman babysit in exchange for a small chunk of his brain, which they kept in a bell jar. They came back one night to find their children gutted and hanging over the top of my bedroom door. Then there was one where it was one of those sing-along guys with a guitar singing about a boy who was in a park and killed by a monster. The only line from the song I vividly recall was about how he was found "swimming in his own intestines." Then I was at the park looking down at the boy, who lay in the center of what looked like a large circle of macaroni. Then the monster attacked me from behind. I would have been around 8-10 years old for the first dream and maybe like 6 for the second. I wonder what it all means.