Elves like rabsberries. Film at 11.
I stopped reading this post when I realized there wasn't going to be any lesbian experimentation.
The only imaginary creatures anyone should be seeing are good old pink elephants. Oh pink elephant I love you.
"AngryAmish" knows his dragons.
I wonder if she has a boyfriend. I doubt it. Imagine coming home to this every night.
Something tells me that you're still a being of "enormous scope".
Keep in mind that these people are a non-profit organization. That means you have to take them seriously.
If you don't like it here then go back to Mars! I'm sick of these fucking illegal goddamn immigrants and their "This world doesn't speak to me bullshit." Well go back to your own fucking dimension and talk to the trees you dirty reincarnates! I'm tired of this shit.
Now, inexplicably, season three is looming over us like some sort of dome. Season one's plot asked whether or not the town could get out from under the dome. Apparently the answer was "no". Season two asked "I guess we're really stuck, huh?" and the answer was "yup".
With an average of 40 IPAs added every day, it can be difficult to taste them all
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