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Don’t do my boy Fry dirty like this.
The words of the prophets are written on the bathroom walls, and toilet stalls.
Well they had better take the time to do some unnecessary karaoke scenes. Live action “24-hour Cinderella” or I’m out.
You know, I find the most erotic part of a woman is the neurotoxin dispensers.
When I was a lad I had two dozen health, in encounters to help me tank hiiiits!
But now that I’m grown, I have twelve dozen health, so I pretty much don’t give a shiiiit!
Neither of them compare to The Neptunes. They had a fucking shark on the drums.
This is utter hogshit, but also seems relatively easy to work around. “I am legally forbidden from sharing my opinions on the quality of Marvel Rivals.” is a pretty clear and succinct review that technically flies under their legal fuckery.
Oh no! People are being mean to the human equivalent of an unwiped asshole covered in weeping pus sores?
Idk who this Cervantes guy is, but I suspect Misters Hanna and Barbera would like a word with him:
And now I’m even more glad that I buy whole bean rather than ground coffee.
You want beans? I’ll give you all the beans you can handle…
Some generous billionaire could come along one day and pay off huge medical debts for patients, on a whim.
Go on then, pull the other one.
Organic guns, you say?
I have been called a pig, and I am frequently in a pickle. I feel so represented.
Jim Butcher. He sits firmly and unapologetically in his fantasy niche, so if that’s not your thing you may be disappointed, but the man writes good dialogue and he can turn a phrase.
Are airports not owned by the states/counties/cities they’re located in? Why is this even up to Congress to decide?
I could be down for small beer being the main thing we drink.