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I prefer “Saltine-American”, thanks.
I mean, this but unironically? No one should be seeing homeless people because they shouldn’t be homeless.
Bigger even than 1989 Belgian techno anthem “Pump up the Jam”.
The words of the prophets are written on the bathroom walls, and toilet stalls.
It’s kind of hard to beat brinner.
Well they had better take the time to do some unnecessary karaoke scenes. Live action “24-hour Cinderella” or I’m out.
You know, I find the most erotic part of a woman is the neurotoxin dispensers.
Stop, a man can only get so erect!
When I was a lad I had two dozen health, in encounters to help me tank hiiiits!
But now that I’m grown, I have twelve dozen health, so I pretty much don’t give a shiiiit!
Neither of them compare to The Neptunes. They had a fucking shark on the drums.
I remember a lot more of those stick-on glow in the dark plastic stars, if nothing else.
This is utter hogshit, but also seems relatively easy to work around. “I am legally forbidden from sharing my opinions on the quality of Marvel Rivals.” is a pretty clear and succinct review that technically flies under their legal fuckery.
Oh no! People are being mean to the human equivalent of an unwiped asshole covered in weeping pus sores?
Why do I feel like we’re only going to get the first half?
And would sometimes accuse chestnuts of being lazy?
And now I’m even more glad that I buy whole bean rather than ground coffee.
You want beans? I’ll give you all the beans you can handle…
I name him Panini.