

Spotty or oozing, which is just right for banana bread.
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Spotty or oozing, which is just right for banana bread.


I never really noticed, but I might have just been lucky. I heard sex in the same house, though. /shudder


You know the walls are too thin when, after sex, you hear your neighbor light up.
She’s moaning. I’m groaning. Neighbor is coughing.


Must be from the extended cut of Multiverse of Madness.


Didn’t Rumsfeld say something about going to war with the army you can’t afford? /s


What would be a better alternative that you’d recommend to hide a public IP? I’m familiar with self-hosting, so I could deploy the necessities.


I love you, Dad.
We’re low-contact and he’s had some health scares. It’s a sensitive relationship, but I still love him.


“Don’t be a drag, just be a Queen. Don’t be a drag, just be a Queen.”
I listen to deathcore, but Gaga is fucking great.


Thanks, I hate it.
Pounding Dory
Oh, that’s definitely him, he’s definitely sleazy, and What We Do in the Shadows is the funniest to come out in years.


A whole roasted pig. It’s horrifying to look at, but so damn yummy.
Giving Lazlo vibes.



I just stop when it’s no longer fun and I lose interest. I find arguing in the comments to sometimes be a decent way to search up details about the topic at hand, to gather ammo.


You know, I’m not one to mock people with medical conditions, but this motherfucker deserves it. I hope that’s how we find his body.


Miles Davis has entered the chat


Is there a vigilante academy that teaches people how to investigate and expose rapists so their lives are the ones getting destroyed? Because I can get behind that.


Check the sheriff’s hard drive.
It was family. I don’t want to picture my brother’s or my mother’s O face.