“Cheesecake is cake! It’s in the name!”
“Cheesecake is cake! It’s in the name!”
That dude is WAY in to Simulation Theory.
The incapacitate spell takes a bit to really take hold, but is highly effective when hit with a full charge.
So, when you take a shower, all you think is “scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub, rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse”?
When I shower, it’s all pretty automatic and muscle memory kinds of actions. My mind wanders all over the place, usually while listening to music /podcasts /audio books, but rarely do I think about the actual act of bathing.
Can you provide historical references that prove this statement? I’ve only seen this idea presented in anti-communist propaganda, speculation, and works of fiction.
Get yourself a Stuka Siren and modify it until the pitch is right.
The solution to cheap toilet paper
I disagree. During the middle of one of his rambling, windbag rants at his largest nazi rally, he needs to have a Grand Mal seizure where he visibly pisses and shits himself, immediately followed by a near-fatal stroke that leaves him as a drooling vegetable on life support. May he be fully conscious while completely incapacitated and unable to speak as a team of brown-skinned, LGBTQ±and-proud-of-it nurses take turns being forgetful about emptying his colostomy bag while an AI bot scours the internet reading aloud every legit criticism of his entire pathetic life until, after enduring many, many years of this treatment, an obsessed fan finally works his way onto the night janitorial staff so he can get in the room alone with The Donald and live out his fantasy of making a human-centipede-like union by engaging in a “perfect” 69, causing DJT to die while asphyxiating on crazy janitor cock which, in turn, causes the janitor to choke himself to death on Don’s pathetic dick resulting in the final act of indignity as the janitor releases his bowels directly onto Trump’s face just before he finally loses consciousness.
May the last thing Trump ever sees, as he chokes to death on smelly cock, be an extreme closeup of the hairy, unwashed ass of a MAGA lunatic as it pisses down Don’s throat and reenacts “2 Girls, One Cup” directly into his eyes.
In a sane world, yes.
In the real world, the people who support him are the ones who identify with him, and the ones who identify with him think that sexual assault is the pinnacle of masculinity.
Because it takes profits from the oil industry, and we can’t have that!
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Ok, ladies: Would you rather out yourself as a woman online, or spend the night in the woods with a bear?
Mike’s Hard Lemonade dehydrates the victim to the point that the next time they pee it comes out like toothpaste.
*Robocop’s Fleshlight
I’ve found that the reaction to the word “moist” is highly dependent on the context. For example, a cupcake described as moist sparks a feeling of deliciousness, while some potting soil described as moist gives me a sense of completeness or stability (plants typically need moist soil to grow, so it’s a good thing). However, a bus seat described as moist triggers a feeling of revulsion.
Context is key.
That means that you can get a good girl with a side of freedom for under $10, and still have enough for a can of soda, a dime candy, and a couple pieces of gum.
So, Israel is a cop with a bodycam who just shut it off as it continues to press its knee into Gaza’s neck.
I don’t know or hang around with many black people, but I do hear all of the stuff pointed out here on the regular any time I see a group of rednecks at the local farm supply.
Plus, internet meme culture has vastly changed the language landscape where, for example, phrases like “you don’t think it be like it is, but it do” are used by people from all walks of life.