I’m amazed they made it back on the ship. Don’t do catnip. Not even once

Commitment. Patience. Psychokinetic ability.

Big Chief, No Shit.

Or that he beats his wife with a whisk.

^{too far? too far.}

UK education, but yeah likely referencing some of battles somewhere in the mediterranean

He always hid the pancakes in the most diabolical locations

Medieval kings used to do party tricks where they’d throw their (asbestos) tablecloth into the fire to impress their guests, and then have it pulled out and relaid on the table

n-no?

I’d say mine were staunchly conservative. Not empire lovers, but very happy to be on the winning side and finding the battles themselves more interesting than the issues leading up to them and happy to swallow whatever convenient excuse aligns with their upbringing (“the communists were killing the intellectuals” (sometimes true) or “the communists were too divided to lead” (often true), etc.)

But you can hug a bucket with your knees and use its base rim to press into your stomach as you heave. As a kid, the proportions line up perfectly.

I’m with bobo on this

The antiques roadshow will tell you not to clean it before selling it, as the vomity foot colour adds to the mystique of it.

It’s about the history.

Intercourse, Pennsylvania

Yeah. But I was in charge of the quotes, Tom. I drew a line, you crossed that line.

I’m going to have to have a think about you. I don’t think you can be trusted in a combat situation.

Walls have ears. It’ll propogate through the grapevine, and her cheeks will be red they will. And covered in jizz.

In the immortal words of Super Hans:

Would you like a parrot?
Ah that’s right, you’d probably like a Cockatoo

Nigeria, obviously

Prince Andrew:

“oh shit, not this guy again. Listen, I’m busy”

enjoying a sandwich

You could make it if you try

Or OP is just isn’t that interesting enough to talk to