Don’t even bother talking to me until I’ve returned to my cabin after a grueling morning of labor and stumbled upon my foul, lazy son asleep on his back in the flat sand of a cool riverbank at noon instead of mending the fence as I’ve asked, which has now let the goats and fowl, our only food, roam away, and shoved the tip of my shovel still refreshingly cold from the hole 6 feet deep I’ve just finished digging in our barren field down into his exposed neck, awakening him suddenly, the point of impact now firm in the packed sand, pinning him as he opens his eyes to see my face, his own filling with panic at the feeling of such pain and inability to breathe, and inability to do anything to me now but kick uselessly, inability to do anything to my shovel now but grasp weakly at its now wet collar and touch at its spade buried inches into his throat in an attempt to dig it out of himself. And then jumping on the shovel
one of the tabs open on my computer is this video and I think I might have a problem. I never close the tab and every time I look through my tabs during the day, I watch it again and link it to somebody to make them suffer
Thank you Brazilians for your service in making sure I know these lyrics
whoever said all-nighters are exhausting is a liar i’m doing great. i’ve never felt better in my entire life, the birds are chirping as they welcome me into the gates of morningdom
why do you have bad memories from helping landlady take care of kofu when he was a baby? what did he do?
In case anyone doesn’t know, to decant a wine is to take it out of the container it fermented in and pour it into a bottle while sifting out the sediment and detritus that has settled to the bottom over the years that it’s been closed.
If this story is true, which is so horribly in character that I have to imagine that it is, then they probably had some needlessly extravagant Rich People wine at this party. I’d ballpark at least a couple hundred per bottle, maybe a couple thousand knowing the kinds of brown-nosing marks that tend to spawn near Elon.
What this means is that he was likely drinking yucky dirty shitty Wine Dregs that were potentially rotting for decades, typically consisting of dead yeast, insoluble rotting grape skins/seeds, and honestly probably a bunch of other shit that you HAVE to filter out before drinking “real” wine.
the gimmick blogs are like tumblr’s rogue gallery. yes we’ve got some heroes, yes we’ve got some villains, but more importantly if you look over here you will see some freak who devotes all their time to counting the number of “t’s” in a post
T Count: 15
Letter Count: 198
Your T Percentage: 7.58%
Average T Percentage: 6.95%
You used the letter T 1.09 times as much as average!
YOU EXIST???
Sometimes you create a guy and it turns out they already exist
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