And stop sighing so much.
charonn0
joined 2 years ago
For soon, the quivering mass of life within me will depend on us both. Even now, I can sense it feeding, squirming, searching, questing. And shortly, it will rend my loins in twain, burst forth and pull us down, down, down into the deep, dark waters of commitment.
But not small ones.
Only people who live in the country.
Yes. My mom called it "hugging hands". I don't remember when we stopped doing it, but it was probably when I was around 6 or 7 years old.
Also, the census doesn't only count citizens.
'Billy West'? What a stupid, phony, made-up name!
I can wire anything directly into anything; I'm the professor!
They meant NFTs
I'm painting a cave wall right now.
You have died from dysentery.