That’s no place for a semicolon.
That’s no place for a semicolon.
An exercise in futility if ever there were one.
That makes total sense. My buddy had an outdoor cat about the same age as my indoor cat and that little shit died years ago and my guy is going strong at 16. Also my buddy’s cat used to just massacre rabbits.
Why, exactly? I’m not trying to instigate anything, just genuinely curious.
I can’t remember the last time I experienced intense feeling of bone.
Wake up, people. Whisker fatigue is REAL.
Imagine endangering the lives of your constituents because politics.
Fuck yeah, squat the world.
I’m sorry that your experience wasn’t as liberating. From a young age I’ve never gotten along with my mother, so when the time came to rip the bandaid off it was more of a relief than anything else.
I don’t speak to my mother anymore for the very same reason, but she was in the tank for Trump since day one. She’s always been a hyper conservative cunt, and honestly I jumped at the opportunity to remove her from my life.
I’m 33, what does serving mean in this context?
Thank you for your kind message, stranger. I’m hoping the passage of time will make it easier for me to let myself think happy thoughts again.
I wish that was all it took 😞
Now, if only he’d quit trying to do comedy.
If I pray real hard will Duke Energy turn my fucking power back on?
This doesn’t seem like the work of demons to me. Seems pretty on brand for your christian god, though.
You’re such a tease.