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Coronation Day
They knew heβd give a French toast, and they said it wasnβt worth the pain.
Needless to say, she was not empressed.
Kim Jong Un, Dos, Tres..
Dr. David
They had another confection to make.
If anybody wants a heir dryer...
Yeah, apparently it was the first ever serf face to heir missile.
Sorry, just had to heir my dirty laundry
In the heir fryer.
With an heir-net...
Did you guys know that the guy who was recently pepper sprayed by Portland's mayor is a big dairy heir?
Just read an amazing account of a 13th-Century siege.
The attackers killed the duke's son, knocking him from the battlements with a peasant's severed head fired from a trebuchet.
It was the first recorded instance of a serf-face-to-heir missile.
From Twitter.
I can't believe he's cutting off his own heir.
An heir mattress.
It was heir raising.
He was an heir friar.
An heir mattress
It was a bad heir day!
Janeβs Heir
Gorilla wharf heir.
I call it the heir straightener.
He now plays heir guitar.
I want to quiz you on it.
First question: What was it called?
A: The Heir to Heaven B: Hi, Iβm Up High C: Girls Rule the Afterlife
>!Whatever you answered, it was wrong. Itβs Nun of the Above.!<
A while ago, there were some friars who needed to raise money, so they opened up a flower shop. Across the street, there was another flower shop that had already been open for a few years. Afraid of competition, the owner politely asked the friars to sell something else in heir shop. They refused. People liked the new flower shop better, so the first shopβs profits started dropping. Concerned that he might go out of business, the owner of the first shop asked the friars to close their shop. They refused. Some time passed, and the first shop was on the verge of bankruptcy. Desperate, the owner begged the friars to close their shop. They refused again. Then, the owner of the first shop used the last of his money to hire a hit man named Hugh Williams to beat up the friars and trash their shop. He did, and when he was done, he told the friars heβd be back if they didnβt close down. Scared for their lives, the friars agreed, proving that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent Florist Friars.
An heir mattress.
He is the heir to the throne.
Use an heir conditioner.
He said that's music to his heirs
Because now I am his heir.
I said, βThis is like splitting heirs.β
Then he'd be Heir Jordan
In the not too distant future, web censorship is pervasive; speech and freedom are strangers to one another; while pirates sail the seas with impunity, digital pirates are incarcerated by the busload.
Anyone who speaks out against this ban on open-dialogue or the free-sharing-of-ideas is ground down and hidden away, and the resistance is loosing its will.
A small group of contributors to reddit, huddled together in a bunker beneath barely-waving flags of Snoo, worked tirelessly to repost new ideas from around the internet, to release ideas from their chains, and make speech free ... again!
But it was not to be - a gang of the governments anti-piracy enforcers descended on this, the last bastion of humankind's will to share-freely. Arriving in an armored bus, ten shock-troopers breached the bunker and it looked like the day was lost.
Fortunately for us all, one brave redditor led the collective out a back entrance and they circled to the driveway. This leader told the other redditors to wait in the bushes while he overpowered the one soldier left guarding the transport. There was a flash of movement, a crack from a fallen branch as it struck the guard, and then, stolen keys in hand, the hero revved the engine and told the redditors to pile in.
He had to will himself ignore the gas gauge as he floored the accelerator on the 25,000 pound ticket to freedom - there was only survival or defeat, and nothing in between. Sirens came alive behind him as he rushed for the border to the promised land, to the Free-North.
As the engine begins to cough, the titanic weight of the transport cleaves the barricades asunder and the pursuing vehichles have to hard-brake to avoid skidding beyond their corrupt jurisdiction. Both exhausted and elated, the redditors follow their hero to the freedom promised by their new surroundings ... but their peril is not yet passed.
Though most of the pirate-hunters glower from the south-side of the border, one special agent has crossed over and is speaking with the border guards. The tension is thick. A long-faced guard turns to the newcomers, clearly troubled by what he must do.
"Folks," he says, a pained look on his kindly face, "I'm sorry, to do this, don't cha' know, but I got no choice, eh!"
Confused, the redditors look to one another, and tremble as they notice the agent's smug expression, greedy eyes fixed on the leader of the exodus.
"Look here, now, you are all welcome here, of course, and since speech is free here, we are
... keep reading on reddit β‘There was a lot of Dead heir on that show.
Quick little blurb I wrote in class: βTo pee, or not to pee, that is the question. Whether βtis nobler in the bladder to suffer the slings and arrows of painful retention. Or to take arm against a see of urine and by opposing relive it. To go-to pee, No more; and by a leak we say to end the headache and the thousand visceral shocks that urine is heir to: βtis a consummation devoutly to be pissβd. β
"There's something in the heir."
It gives you heir.
The Dairy Heir
It was heir-raising.
It's an heir mattress.
An Heir-ball
They had to pop it to let the heir out.
Because he was a dairy heir.
