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Landsknecht fashion.
Landsknecht fashion.
The last personality test I took had me in black bile the Earth Nation.
It can be very calming.
8 dollars for bread and cheese is beyond “mildly” infuriating.
Can’t even get a pizza-meatball-crab sub or an all syrup Dr. Pepper either.
No. More. Swamp-crotch.
Two bags of cherry sours!
If you have to force it, you’re going to break it.
Sidenote: rectal fistulas are awful.
The death of Rosencrantz in Vagrant Story.
This will only lead to more confusion.
No right or left.
Window side or door side.
If this doesn’t apply to your bed, then you have aligned the bed improperly.
Driving. I was 40 when I finally got my license.
Insisting on having sex with me.
Turtle carts. Sit on them, put your feet on the handlebars, grab the handles and then sort wiggle back and forth to zoom around the gym floor.
Best: Turtles
Worst: the President sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.
Eh… better than maggots.