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Substack might have more than 35 million active submissives on their platform, but we do things a little differently around here.
The administrators of wikiFeet, a group of men who refer to ourselves as the “Dukes of wikiFeet,” pledge to stomp out any generative little piggies whenever they appear.
Ashley, when I work with you, I feel like I’m on a never-ending Personal Improvement Plan.
I now know that when you pulled that shot, you were thinking about the mouthfeel and terroir of my coffee experience.
We will not allow the men to firelight us into believing we are too emotional when our toddlers leave on their first hunts.
I just can't imagine my grandfather, or his grandfather, facing this kind of uphill battle when starting their Suits rewatch podcasts.
No need to buy anything for Brayden. You certainly don't know Brayden well enough to know that he's longing for a Mandalorian LEGO set.
Hannah has mostly been good company, except for repeatedly suggesting that she and my son might want to do a few things on their own.
Hey, Officer, don’t look so worried. I’m the best there is. I advised Al Pacino on how to shout “somebody get help” in "Heat."
Sometimes we missed the real world, so we would use the payphone to call our agents, managers, and publicists with the spare change they’d given us.
Oh, I would hardly call what you saw "nudity" or "pornographic movements."
Chef Roberts was trying to open the new tuna can, and his thumb got stuck in the ring.