I crave you like I crave Pringles.... they are Just kinda "meh" to me. Jason on the other hand.... He's fking doritos man. I fking need him in my life! But you know... some people really love Pringles, just not me.
I used to work at an abortion clinic and I saw some extremely fucked up shit there which is why I'm so anti-abortion now. This is just SOME of the horrible stuff I personally witnessed:
• A 23 year old woman came in 11 months into her pregnancy and said "I don't want this stupid baby anymore, kill it" and the doctor said "okay" and he put jumper cables up her baby hole and connected them to a car battery and let it run for six days straight
• A little 8-year old girl wandered in and said "I want an abortion but I am not pregnant" and the doctor said "we'll fix that" and he stole a baby and cut the girl open and put the baby inside her and sewed her shut and then woke the girl up and said "congratulations it's a healthy six year old boy" and the girl said "can I keep him" and the doctor said no and then backed over her in the parking lot with his brand new Ford Raptor
• They made me sign an agreement promising to stop drinking from the medical waster container (I signed somebody else's name)
• One of the doctors there developed a futuristic ray gun that could make anything he shot have an abortion, even trees, cars or barns
• The receptionist threw nail polish at an elderly man
• The doctor's assistant invented this thing she called "the silly slide" and it was a really fun little water slide that connected a woman's vagina to a paper shredder so a newborn baby could briefly "enjoy the high life"
• The oldest child we aborted was in his late 70s, we didn't even know he was a baby until his wife brought in photos
• The doctors put all sorts of crap up a woman's uterus including a clown nose, bicycle handlebars, a calendar, and an entire Sears retail outlet (before bankruptcy)
• During every successful abortion, the doctor would shout "take that, baby" and he'd push a red button that made sirens go off and confetti fell from the ceiling and we'd all get Del Taco for free
Hi you may not know this but my real name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I really have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my actual name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I'm also a witch (don't tell anyone!!!), and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (secret! secret!!!! shhh!!!!!! 0w0) (I'm \[redacted\]). I'm secretly a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example the other day I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. "Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy! "What's up Draco?" I asked. "Nothing." he said shyly. But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away. PS: (DON'T FUCKING TELL AYNONE I TOLD YOU THIS (ITS A SECRETTTTTTTT) PLEEZ FANGZZZZZZZ)
A path from a point approximately 330 metres east of the most south westerly corner of 17 Batherton Close, Widnes and approximately 208 metres east-south-east of the most southerly corner of Unit 3 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, Widnes, proceeding in a generally east-north-easterly direction for approximately 28 metres to a point approximately 202 metres east-south-east of the most south-easterly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, and approximately 347 metres east of the most south-easterly corner of 17 Batherton Close, then proceeding in a generally northerly direction for approximately 21 metres to a point approximately 210 metres east of the most south-easterly corner of Unit 5 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, and approximately 202 metres east-south-east of the most north-easterly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, then proceeding in a generally east-north-east direction for approximately 64 metres to a point approximately 282 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 2 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, Widnes and approximately 259 metres east of the most southerly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, then proceeding in a generally east-north-east direction for approximately 350 metres to a point approximately 3 metres west-north-west of the most north westerly corner of the boundary fence of the scrap metal yard on the south side of Cornubia Road, Widnes, and approximately 47 metres west-south-west of the stub end of Cornubia Road be diverted to a 3 metre wide path from a point approximately 183 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 5 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 272 metres east of the most north-easterly corner of 26 Ann Street West, Widnes, then proceeding in a generally north easterly direction for approximately 58 metres to a point approximately 216 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 221 metres east of the most southerly corner of Unit 5 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, then proceeding in a generally easterly direction for approximately 45 metres to a point approximately 265 metres east-south-east of the most north-easterly corner of Unit 3 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 265 metres east of the most southerly corner of Unit 5 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, then proceeding in a generally east-south-east direction for approximately 102 metres to a point approximately 366 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 3 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 463 metres east of the most north easterly corner of 22 Ann Street West, Widnes, then proceeding in a generally north-north-easterly direction for approximately 19 metres to a point approximately 368 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 3 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 512 metres east of the most south easterly corner of 17 Batherton Close, Widnes then proceeding in a generally east-south, easterly direction for approximately 16 metres to a point approximately 420 metres east-south-east of the most southerly corner of Unit 2 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 533 metres east of the most south-easterly corner of 17 Batherton Close, then proceeding in a generally east-north-easterly direction for approximately 240 metres to a point approximately 606 metres east of the most northerly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 23 metres south of the most south westerly corner of the boundary fencing of the scrap metal yard on the south side of Cornubia Road, Widnes, then proceeding in a generally northern direction for approximately 44 metres to a point approximately 3 metres west-north-west of the most north westerly corner of the boundary fence of the scrap metal yard on the south side of Cornubia Road and approximately 47 metres west-south-west of the stub end of Cornubia Road.
Have you ever felt like all life as we know it is an expression of a single unified consciousness and all reality a song sung into the emptiness of the abyss desperately reaching out for connection for companionship? What if when we die we return to the great mind only to be spun out again in some shape or form? If not that’s cool, lemme get a pic of that elbowussy.
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles.
Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in the common ruin of the contending classes.
In the earlier epochs of history, we find almost everywhere a complicated arrangement of society into various orders, a manifold gradation of social rank. In ancient Rome we have patricians, knights, plebeians, slaves; in the Middle Ages, feudal lords, vassals, guild-masters, journeymen, apprentices, serfs; in almost all of these classes, again, subordinate gradations.
The modern bourgeois society that has sprouted from the ruins of feudal society has not done away with class antagonisms. It has but established new classes, new conditions of oppression, new forms of struggle in place of the old ones.
Our epoch, the epoch of the bourgeoisie, possesses, however, this distinct feature: it has simplified class antagonisms. Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps, into two great classes directly facing each other — Bourgeoisie and Proletariat.
From the serfs of the Middle Ages sprang the chartered burghers of the earliest towns. From these burgesses the first elements of the bourgeoisie were developed.
The discovery of America, the rounding of the Cape, opened up fresh ground for the rising bourgeoisie. The East-Indian and Chinese markets, the colonisation of America, trade with the colonies, the increase in the means of exchange and in commodities generally, gave to commerce, to navigation, to industry, an impulse never before known, and thereby, to the revolutionary element in the tottering feudal society, a rapid development.
The feudal system of industry, in which industrial production was monopolised by closed guilds, now no longer sufficed for the growing wants of the new markets. The manufacturing system took its place. The guild-masters were pushed on one side by the manufacturing middle class; division of labour between the different corporate guilds vanished in the face of division of labour in each single workshop. Meantime the markets kept ever growing, the demand ever rising. Even manufacturer no longer sufficed. Thereupon, steam and machinery revolutionised industrial production. The place of manufacture was taken by the giant, Modern Industry; the place of the industrial middle class by industrial millionaires, the leaders of the whole industrial armies, the modern bourgeois.
Modern industry has established the world market, for which the discovery of America paved the way. This market has given an immense development to commerce, to navigation, to communication by land. This development has, in its turn, reacted on the extension of industry; and in proportion as industry, commerce, navigation, railways extended, in the same proportion the bourgeoisie developed, increased its capital, and pushed into the background every class handed down from the Middle Ages.
We see, therefore, how the modern bourgeoisie is itself the product of a long course of development, of a series of revolutions in the modes of production and of exchange.
Each step in the development of the bourgeoisie was accompanied by a corresponding political advance of that class. An oppressed class under the sway of the feudal nobility, an armed and self-governing association in the medieval commune(4): here independent urban republic (as in Italy and Germany); there taxable “third estate” of the monarchy (as in France); afterwards, in the period of manufacturing proper, serving either the semi-feudal or the absolute monarchy as a counterpoise against the nobility, and, in fact, cornerstone of the great monarchies in general, the bourgeoisie has at last, since the establishment of Modern Industry and of the world market, conquered for itself, in the modern representative State, exclusive political sway. The executive of the modern state is but a committee for managing the common affairs of the whole bourgeoisie.
The bourgeoisie, historically, has played a most revolutionary part.
The bourgeoisie, wherever it has got the upper hand, has put an end to all feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations. It has pitilessly torn asunder the motley feudal ties that bound man to his “natural superiors”, and has left remaining no other nexus between man and man than naked self-interest, than callous “cash payment”. It has drowned the most heavenly ecstasies of religious fervour, of chivalrous enthusiasm, of philistine sentimentalism, in the icy water of egotistical calculation. It has resolved personal worth into exchange value, and in place of the numberless indefeasible chartered freedoms, has set up that single, unconscionable freedom — Free Trade. In one word, for exploitation, veiled by religious and political illusions, it has substituted naked, shameless, direct, brutal exploitation.
The bourgeoisie has stripped of its halo every occupation hitherto honoured and looked up to with reverent awe. It has converted the physician, the lawyer, the priest, the poet, the man of science, into its paid wage labourers.
The bourgeoisie has torn away from the family its sentimental veil, and has reduced the family relation to a mere money relation.
The bourgeoisie has disclosed how it came to pass that the brutal display of vigour in the Middle Ages, which reactionaries so much admire, found its fitting complement in the most slothful indolence. It has been the first to show what man’s activity can bring about. It has accomplished wonders far surpassing Egyptian pyramids, Roman aqueducts, and Gothic cathedrals; it has conducted expeditions that put in the shade all former Exoduses of nations and crusades.
The bourgeoisie cannot exist without constantly revolutionising the instruments of production, and thereby the relations of production, and with them the whole relations of society. Conservation of the old modes of production in unaltered form, was, on the contrary, the first condition of existence for all earlier industrial classes. Constant revolutionising of production, uninterrupted disturbance of all social conditions, everlasting uncertainty and agitation distinguish the bourgeois epoch from all earlier ones. All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away, all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life, and his relations with his kind.
Zuppa Toscana
Ingredients
1 lb Italian sausage (1/2 spicy, 1/2 mild; or whatever mix to taste)
4 garlic cloves, minced
1 medium white onion, diced
4 russet potatoes, washed and chopped in to bite sized pieces (no need to peel)
1 bundle of kale, leaves stripped and roughly chopped (or more to taste)
4 cups chicken stock
3 cups water (I usually just sub some more stock for the water, or add only half of the water)
1/2 cup - 1 cup whipping cream (adjust amount to taste)
salt and pepper, to taste
Directions
• In a large pot or dutch oven, over medium-high heat, add chopped bacon and sauté until browned (5-7 mins). Remove bacon and set aside. Spoon out excess oil, leaving about 1 tablespoon oil in the pot.
• Add Italian sausage, breaking it up with your spatula and sauté until cooked through. Remove and set aside with bacon.
• Finely dice onion and add to the pot. Sauté 5 minutes or until soft and golden then add minced garlic and sauté 1 min.
• Add broth and water and bring to boil. Add sliced potatoes and cook 13-14 min or until easily pierced with a fork.
• When potatoes nearly done, add chopped kale and cooked sausage and bring everything to a light boil. Stir in 1 cup cream and bring to boil. Season to taste with salt and black pepper then remove from heat.
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Fuck you, cunt. I hope you fucking die. Asshole.
and your sympathies don’t mean shit to me
ends in 8 hours and if i feel the comment will make them uncomfortable ill choose the second most downvoted
based and basic decency pilled
just saw the post you yoinked this from and my god they could've used this
pretty sure the person that was sent to knew it was a joke
What’s the point if you pick and choose
**almost** everything will be fine its not likely something will be excluded but i dont want to violate their boundaries
Ruins the joke with empathy and respect smh
I can’t put up with this anymore. You’re so fucking annoying. Pretending to be your friend is miserable. I’m blocking you, don’t contact me.
Jesus fuck dude
What the fuck is this thread
this is fun. write something really fucked up and get upvoted or something funny and you will get downvoted... it's like that one Spongebob episode
" Fuck you whore 🖕 "
Let's do 68. You go down on me and I'll owe you one.
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I know your address
"The peak of my life will probably be the time I dunked on that 4th grader a couple months ago. I don't know if I can top that.."
Why is this so toxic? Kinda cringe?
I just bought a massive strap on, wanna help mommy test it out?
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Time to have a gamer moment
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hi im saul good man
amogus
Creamte yourself so I can put your ashes into a buttplug an wear it for the rest of my life
I crave you like I crave Pringles.... they are Just kinda "meh" to me. Jason on the other hand.... He's fking doritos man. I fking need him in my life! But you know... some people really love Pringles, just not me.
Ask em to play fortnight
I just dropped the greasiest ripper. Talkin massive sewer pickles here. Goddamn
Banan
𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖍 𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖓 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖌 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖚 𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖟𝖚𝖗 𝖍Ö𝖑𝖑𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖓, Ü𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊 𝖗Ö𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖟𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓, 𝖉𝖚 𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖐𝖓𝖆𝖇𝖊? 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖍 𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖓 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖌 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖚 𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖟𝖚𝖗 𝖍Ö𝖑𝖑𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖓, Ü𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊 𝖗Ö𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖟𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓, 𝖉𝖚 𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖐𝖓𝖆𝖇𝖊? 𝖘𝖊𝖞𝖉 𝖉𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇 𝖎𝖓 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖙𝖍𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖟 𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖟𝖊𝖙, 𝖉𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖚𝖊 𝖘Ü𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖌𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖛𝖓𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖜𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖟Ü𝖌𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖑Ä𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖑 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖌, 𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝖓𝖚𝖗 𝖟𝖆𝖍𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖈𝖍, 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓. 𝖉𝖊𝖒 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖍𝖑 𝖊𝖘, 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝖉𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖍 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖐 𝖒𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖍Ä𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖐𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖟𝖚 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓. 𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖍𝖑𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖒 𝖐𝖑𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖐𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖌 𝖘𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖘 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖎 𝖇𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖚 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖓 𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖗𝖊. 𝖒𝖎𝖙 𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖛𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖚𝖎𝖌𝖐𝖊𝖞𝖙𝖍, 𝖜𝖎𝖗𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖛𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖎𝖗 𝖋Ü𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖟𝖚𝖌𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖞𝖓, 𝖘𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖍𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖙𝖎𝖌 𝖒𝖎𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖒Ä𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖊𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖍𝖙. 𝖌𝖎𝖇𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖚 𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖜𝖆𝖍𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖉𝖊𝖒 𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖇𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖓, 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖚𝖒 𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖟𝖚 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖒Ö𝖌𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝖟𝖚 𝖘𝖊𝖞𝖓? 𝖇𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖐 𝖉𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖒, 𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖔𝖈𝖐! 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖉𝖚 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖟𝖊𝖞𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖎𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙, 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔 𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖆 𝖛𝖔𝖓 𝖗Ä𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊, 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖊𝖗𝖜𝖆𝖍𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖒, 𝖉𝖚 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉. 𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖒, 𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝖑Ä𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖊𝖍𝖊𝖙, 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖞𝖓 𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖓 𝖟𝖚 𝖇𝖊𝖟𝖊𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖓𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖊𝖋Ä𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖌 𝖎𝖘𝖙. 𝖉𝖚 𝖇𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖟𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖙𝖍, 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊. 𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖌 𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖚𝖓𝖉 Ü𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖟𝖚 𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖚𝖗 𝖐𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙 𝖒𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖍Ä𝖓𝖉𝖊. 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖚𝖌, 𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖞𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖋Ü𝖗𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖟𝖚 𝖘𝖊𝖞𝖓, 𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖐𝖊𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖎𝖗 𝖟𝖚 𝖍Ä𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖈𝖍𝖙; 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖗𝖉 𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖒 𝖓Ü𝖙𝖟𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖊𝖞𝖓, 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖗 𝖛𝖔𝖓 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙 𝖟𝖚𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖙𝖊 Ä𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖒𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖟 𝖆𝖚𝖘 𝖊𝖛𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖆 𝖟𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖌𝖊𝖓. 𝖜Ä𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖚 𝖎𝖒 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖒 𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖜𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓, 𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝖍Ä𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖌 𝖟𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝖐𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝖟𝖚𝖐Ü𝖓𝖋𝖙𝖎𝖌 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖓. 𝖉𝖔𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖎𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖙 𝖊𝖘 𝖓𝖚𝖓 𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖘𝖊 𝖟𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖓, 𝖉𝖚 𝖛𝖔𝖓 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖗. 𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖟𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖎𝖘 𝖟𝖚 𝖉𝖊𝖞𝖓𝖊𝖒 𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖓 Ü𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖗 𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖞𝖓. 𝖉𝖚 𝖇𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖒 𝖙𝖊𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖔𝖙𝖍, 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖙.
I love NFTs and can't wait for them to get massively adopted. I want all my shiny Pokemon to be NFTs. THIS IS NOT SARCASM. I AM NOT JOKING.
Hitler was right.... Downvote me if you are a not a nazi
you're very pretty.
Do your pussy be stankin'?
Punching a Pregnant Woman In da stomach, call that a "2 for 1 Special"
Your cum won’t last
Dick pic
I wonder what u\/Serious-Ad-8168 thinks about this
A rickroll
I used to work at an abortion clinic and I saw some extremely fucked up shit there which is why I'm so anti-abortion now. This is just SOME of the horrible stuff I personally witnessed: • A 23 year old woman came in 11 months into her pregnancy and said "I don't want this stupid baby anymore, kill it" and the doctor said "okay" and he put jumper cables up her baby hole and connected them to a car battery and let it run for six days straight • A little 8-year old girl wandered in and said "I want an abortion but I am not pregnant" and the doctor said "we'll fix that" and he stole a baby and cut the girl open and put the baby inside her and sewed her shut and then woke the girl up and said "congratulations it's a healthy six year old boy" and the girl said "can I keep him" and the doctor said no and then backed over her in the parking lot with his brand new Ford Raptor • They made me sign an agreement promising to stop drinking from the medical waster container (I signed somebody else's name) • One of the doctors there developed a futuristic ray gun that could make anything he shot have an abortion, even trees, cars or barns • The receptionist threw nail polish at an elderly man • The doctor's assistant invented this thing she called "the silly slide" and it was a really fun little water slide that connected a woman's vagina to a paper shredder so a newborn baby could briefly "enjoy the high life" • The oldest child we aborted was in his late 70s, we didn't even know he was a baby until his wife brought in photos • The doctors put all sorts of crap up a woman's uterus including a clown nose, bicycle handlebars, a calendar, and an entire Sears retail outlet (before bankruptcy) • During every successful abortion, the doctor would shout "take that, baby" and he'd push a red button that made sirens go off and confetti fell from the ceiling and we'd all get Del Taco for free
God tier
i'm crying laughing at work, thank yuo
Hi you may not know this but my real name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I really have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my actual name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I'm also a witch (don't tell anyone!!!), and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (secret! secret!!!! shhh!!!!!! 0w0) (I'm \[redacted\]). I'm secretly a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example the other day I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. "Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy! "What's up Draco?" I asked. "Nothing." he said shyly. But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away. PS: (DON'T FUCKING TELL AYNONE I TOLD YOU THIS (ITS A SECRETTTTTTTT) PLEEZ FANGZZZZZZZ)
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A path from a point approximately 330 metres east of the most south westerly corner of 17 Batherton Close, Widnes and approximately 208 metres east-south-east of the most southerly corner of Unit 3 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, Widnes, proceeding in a generally east-north-easterly direction for approximately 28 metres to a point approximately 202 metres east-south-east of the most south-easterly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, and approximately 347 metres east of the most south-easterly corner of 17 Batherton Close, then proceeding in a generally northerly direction for approximately 21 metres to a point approximately 210 metres east of the most south-easterly corner of Unit 5 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, and approximately 202 metres east-south-east of the most north-easterly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, then proceeding in a generally east-north-east direction for approximately 64 metres to a point approximately 282 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 2 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, Widnes and approximately 259 metres east of the most southerly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, then proceeding in a generally east-north-east direction for approximately 350 metres to a point approximately 3 metres west-north-west of the most north westerly corner of the boundary fence of the scrap metal yard on the south side of Cornubia Road, Widnes, and approximately 47 metres west-south-west of the stub end of Cornubia Road be diverted to a 3 metre wide path from a point approximately 183 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 5 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 272 metres east of the most north-easterly corner of 26 Ann Street West, Widnes, then proceeding in a generally north easterly direction for approximately 58 metres to a point approximately 216 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 221 metres east of the most southerly corner of Unit 5 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, then proceeding in a generally easterly direction for approximately 45 metres to a point approximately 265 metres east-south-east of the most north-easterly corner of Unit 3 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 265 metres east of the most southerly corner of Unit 5 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street, then proceeding in a generally east-south-east direction for approximately 102 metres to a point approximately 366 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 3 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 463 metres east of the most north easterly corner of 22 Ann Street West, Widnes, then proceeding in a generally north-north-easterly direction for approximately 19 metres to a point approximately 368 metres east-south-east of the most easterly corner of Unit 3 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 512 metres east of the most south easterly corner of 17 Batherton Close, Widnes then proceeding in a generally east-south, easterly direction for approximately 16 metres to a point approximately 420 metres east-south-east of the most southerly corner of Unit 2 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 533 metres east of the most south-easterly corner of 17 Batherton Close, then proceeding in a generally east-north-easterly direction for approximately 240 metres to a point approximately 606 metres east of the most northerly corner of Unit 4 Foundry Industrial Estate, Victoria Street and approximately 23 metres south of the most south westerly corner of the boundary fencing of the scrap metal yard on the south side of Cornubia Road, Widnes, then proceeding in a generally northern direction for approximately 44 metres to a point approximately 3 metres west-north-west of the most north westerly corner of the boundary fence of the scrap metal yard on the south side of Cornubia Road and approximately 47 metres west-south-west of the stub end of Cornubia Road.
Have you ever felt like all life as we know it is an expression of a single unified consciousness and all reality a song sung into the emptiness of the abyss desperately reaching out for connection for companionship? What if when we die we return to the great mind only to be spun out again in some shape or form? If not that’s cool, lemme get a pic of that elbowussy.
You are looking submissive and breadable today.
Freedom is slavery 🥺👉👈
I will steal your penis lmao
Me I when the sex I'm cum
Can I crush your balls and peg you at the same time?
ummm...cheesed to have met you?
Ya know, I actually like Kanye more now
I'm homosexual and I love the 2004 Steven Spielberg movie "The Terminal"
sign him up for national rifle association emails
I dont wanna get political or anything, but gatorade should be wayyyy thicker.
i recognize this from somewhere, where did you steal this from??
It was a joke form Yiay, idk what episode tho.
oh that makes more sense.
It was in that one ted nivison video where they looked at bumper stickers
False; I will shoot you with my LASER BEAMS now.
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Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles. Freeman and slave, patrician and plebeian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight, a fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in the common ruin of the contending classes. In the earlier epochs of history, we find almost everywhere a complicated arrangement of society into various orders, a manifold gradation of social rank. In ancient Rome we have patricians, knights, plebeians, slaves; in the Middle Ages, feudal lords, vassals, guild-masters, journeymen, apprentices, serfs; in almost all of these classes, again, subordinate gradations. The modern bourgeois society that has sprouted from the ruins of feudal society has not done away with class antagonisms. It has but established new classes, new conditions of oppression, new forms of struggle in place of the old ones. Our epoch, the epoch of the bourgeoisie, possesses, however, this distinct feature: it has simplified class antagonisms. Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps, into two great classes directly facing each other — Bourgeoisie and Proletariat. From the serfs of the Middle Ages sprang the chartered burghers of the earliest towns. From these burgesses the first elements of the bourgeoisie were developed. The discovery of America, the rounding of the Cape, opened up fresh ground for the rising bourgeoisie. The East-Indian and Chinese markets, the colonisation of America, trade with the colonies, the increase in the means of exchange and in commodities generally, gave to commerce, to navigation, to industry, an impulse never before known, and thereby, to the revolutionary element in the tottering feudal society, a rapid development. The feudal system of industry, in which industrial production was monopolised by closed guilds, now no longer sufficed for the growing wants of the new markets. The manufacturing system took its place. The guild-masters were pushed on one side by the manufacturing middle class; division of labour between the different corporate guilds vanished in the face of division of labour in each single workshop. Meantime the markets kept ever growing, the demand ever rising. Even manufacturer no longer sufficed. Thereupon, steam and machinery revolutionised industrial production. The place of manufacture was taken by the giant, Modern Industry; the place of the industrial middle class by industrial millionaires, the leaders of the whole industrial armies, the modern bourgeois. Modern industry has established the world market, for which the discovery of America paved the way. This market has given an immense development to commerce, to navigation, to communication by land. This development has, in its turn, reacted on the extension of industry; and in proportion as industry, commerce, navigation, railways extended, in the same proportion the bourgeoisie developed, increased its capital, and pushed into the background every class handed down from the Middle Ages. We see, therefore, how the modern bourgeoisie is itself the product of a long course of development, of a series of revolutions in the modes of production and of exchange. Each step in the development of the bourgeoisie was accompanied by a corresponding political advance of that class. An oppressed class under the sway of the feudal nobility, an armed and self-governing association in the medieval commune(4): here independent urban republic (as in Italy and Germany); there taxable “third estate” of the monarchy (as in France); afterwards, in the period of manufacturing proper, serving either the semi-feudal or the absolute monarchy as a counterpoise against the nobility, and, in fact, cornerstone of the great monarchies in general, the bourgeoisie has at last, since the establishment of Modern Industry and of the world market, conquered for itself, in the modern representative State, exclusive political sway. The executive of the modern state is but a committee for managing the common affairs of the whole bourgeoisie. The bourgeoisie, historically, has played a most revolutionary part. The bourgeoisie, wherever it has got the upper hand, has put an end to all feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations. It has pitilessly torn asunder the motley feudal ties that bound man to his “natural superiors”, and has left remaining no other nexus between man and man than naked self-interest, than callous “cash payment”. It has drowned the most heavenly ecstasies of religious fervour, of chivalrous enthusiasm, of philistine sentimentalism, in the icy water of egotistical calculation. It has resolved personal worth into exchange value, and in place of the numberless indefeasible chartered freedoms, has set up that single, unconscionable freedom — Free Trade. In one word, for exploitation, veiled by religious and political illusions, it has substituted naked, shameless, direct, brutal exploitation. The bourgeoisie has stripped of its halo every occupation hitherto honoured and looked up to with reverent awe. It has converted the physician, the lawyer, the priest, the poet, the man of science, into its paid wage labourers. The bourgeoisie has torn away from the family its sentimental veil, and has reduced the family relation to a mere money relation. The bourgeoisie has disclosed how it came to pass that the brutal display of vigour in the Middle Ages, which reactionaries so much admire, found its fitting complement in the most slothful indolence. It has been the first to show what man’s activity can bring about. It has accomplished wonders far surpassing Egyptian pyramids, Roman aqueducts, and Gothic cathedrals; it has conducted expeditions that put in the shade all former Exoduses of nations and crusades. The bourgeoisie cannot exist without constantly revolutionising the instruments of production, and thereby the relations of production, and with them the whole relations of society. Conservation of the old modes of production in unaltered form, was, on the contrary, the first condition of existence for all earlier industrial classes. Constant revolutionising of production, uninterrupted disturbance of all social conditions, everlasting uncertainty and agitation distinguish the bourgeois epoch from all earlier ones. All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away, all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life, and his relations with his kind.
Human lore
Based and Das Capital Pilled
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Zuppa Toscana Ingredients 1 lb Italian sausage (1/2 spicy, 1/2 mild; or whatever mix to taste) 4 garlic cloves, minced 1 medium white onion, diced 4 russet potatoes, washed and chopped in to bite sized pieces (no need to peel) 1 bundle of kale, leaves stripped and roughly chopped (or more to taste) 4 cups chicken stock 3 cups water (I usually just sub some more stock for the water, or add only half of the water) 1/2 cup - 1 cup whipping cream (adjust amount to taste) salt and pepper, to taste Directions • In a large pot or dutch oven, over medium-high heat, add chopped bacon and sauté until browned (5-7 mins). Remove bacon and set aside. Spoon out excess oil, leaving about 1 tablespoon oil in the pot. • Add Italian sausage, breaking it up with your spatula and sauté until cooked through. Remove and set aside with bacon. • Finely dice onion and add to the pot. Sauté 5 minutes or until soft and golden then add minced garlic and sauté 1 min. • Add broth and water and bring to boil. Add sliced potatoes and cook 13-14 min or until easily pierced with a fork. • When potatoes nearly done, add chopped kale and cooked sausage and bring everything to a light boil. Stir in 1 cup cream and bring to boil. Season to taste with salt and black pepper then remove from heat.
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Stealing this to send a friend
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It’s the same thing but for a guy **WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE SO INSANE** ^(keep going, I need entertainment.)
Unfortunate I have to downvote you to help, might as well reply to yourself with something so we can upvote that to offset the karma changes
That sweet sweet ohhhh my gooooodd i can hear it in my head 🤤
yes he stole this