People who cut lines are the same kind of people that leave shopping carts strewn all over the parking lot instead of just taking it to the cart return.
Line cutters also includes those assholes on the freeway that fuck everything up when traffic has to merge into one lane. They go on the shoulder, race past everybody, then badger their way into the front of the line at the very end of the lane.
If any child shows line-cutting tendencies they should be promptly kneed in the ballsack and locked in a closet under the stairs for a week like Harry Potter.
The only way to purify society: Organize some kind of event like "All citizens receive a dozen cupcakes for free if you just come to X location and wait in line for your turn." There needs to be some kind of cupcake gestapo that watches the line. When someone cuts in line, they are handcuffed, escorted off from the line and thrown into a large 20 foot deep ditch in the ground. At the end of the free cupcake event, a bulldozer come by and fills in the hole full of line-cutters, burying them alive.
2022-03-15 at 12:17 PM UTC
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I am correct
I am only sometimes correct.
Yoko Kanno is such a musical smartypants. I'm jelly of her skills.
I never would have known about her without watching me some Ghost in The Shizzle.
Did you poke them with a stick to make sure?
Egg whites stink, the yolk's where it's at.
The meal is a joke with no yolk.
A lot of times my dreams disintegrate into near nothingness when I wake up, only remembering like a visual snapshot of the last moment in the dream. About once or twice a week I'll have a dream where I can remember most of what happens. Those are my favorite, I wish it happened more often.
Weird dream last night. I was down in a ravine near a little trickling creek and I found lots of cool dream mushrooms. They were huge, between knee to waist height and very much unlike any real life mushrooms. I picked a couple big ones and was pleased with myself, but then I couldn't get back up the side of the ravine. The sides were too steep and whenever managed to get close to the top gravity would kind of wig out and start changing directions like a salvia trip.
Eventually after calling out a few times some random bystanders reached down from the top and sort of pulled me up and out. I needed both hands and had to leave the strange mushrooms behind. I went back to my "home," which was this sort of prefabricated shed thing with a ladder that went up to a small loft. I went inside the shed and went up to the loft where a bed was. On the bed was one of my elementary school friend's mom. I approached the bed and she stirred and instantly started talking dirty to me. As she talked dirty, I felt pleasure coming from my crotch region. A boner rapidly grew and erupted from my pants. She kept speaking to me in a dumpster-slut pornstar manner and magically, telekinetically enchanting my woody with her words. After a minute or so I pulled up the covers to reveal the lower half of her lingerie-clad body and leaned over, deposited some spooge on her leg. Then I woke up.
Luckily I did not jizz the bed, close call.
2022-03-10 at 5:52 AM UTC
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Cumming inside the pussy raw
Is your wang missing its sleeping bag?
Pengulorums *or* POONguins
One time I picked up my cat and flipped her over onto her back for fluffle-wuffle snuggle-wuggles.
When I flipped her over I noticed about 1/4 inch of a turd partially coming out of her bum-bum.
We locked eyes.
As I held her, the piece of poop slowly retracted back into her butt.
She must have heard me coming into the sunroom from the litter box, hopped out and tried to play it cool.
"I dindu nuffin, officer."
I set her down, gave her a buttload of sardines, and closed her out in the sunroom for fifteen minutes or so. She finished her business in the litter box when I came back.
Good kitty. Stinky poopie fluffer.
All she wanted was to take a dump in peace.
