I’ve heard avacado tastes like clean dick.

Trying to get the christofascists on board, just so there is some domestic support.

They’re gunna buy new ones, though. Replenish the stock.

Ratchet effect enabling corporate puppet.

I was shown an ad earlier today, talking about how inserting a rectal thermometer into your infant is the closest your husband will get to a threesome. Wildly gross and so unnecessary.

At a glance, is this that copypasta about a seal threatening a child over the internet in Norwegian?

Brb, gunna multiply god’s own frequency and use it for semi-active missile guidance.

Sometimes people will defend 4a with 2a.

The Oblivion persuasion wheel did not adequately prepare me for actual relationships.

You’re missing out!

I advise all people to place confidence in the glory and might of Satan.

It doesn’t deserve the platform or the dissemination.