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A Picture of the Loaf of Bread I Made Six Years Ago: My source of pride.
Join me on an epic day of going to all the doctors I’ve been avoiding since I was a teen and will no longer have access to!
A brief mea culpa from me: as the lone cook of this dinner, I cannot help but feel that I have to bear at least some responsibility for this.
For new patients, let me tell you about the opening scene. We fade in on a beach, sand caked with blood being washed away by the waves!
The filming schedules for the shows overlap so that I always have at least two competing crews filming me at once and oftentimes, all four.
A lot of the information Spotify gives you doesn’t seem that interesting anyway. I don’t even think “Toxic Positivity Delusioncore” is a real genre.
Consider that if you had stolen a different car (like my neighbor’s Prius, as an arbitrary example) and left mine unharmed.
“Love one another,” commanded Jesus Christ, continuing, “Does that make any sense? I feel like I’m not making sense. Sorry.”
Instead of practical commitments, we’ve asked them to show up with the filthiest, horniest fanfic about an environmentalist allegory ever.
If there’s a place to get a cheaper, more unpleasant handjob, I’ve probably put them out of business.
I think you should ask your doctor about how your lower GI issues could be alleviated with a daily regimen of Green Crack.
Welcome to Your Cheap New Apartment! Your main quest is to violate your lease without getting caught.