Once I remember how to reset my flair I will lol
So after I posted a week or so ago I was like okay. Maybe you’re ready to just be a moderate drinker. One or two, here and there. Figured out pretty quickly that’s not a thing for me.
Long story short, I had a patio beer and shot. Which turned to more shots. Which turned into going to another bar where my usual drunken fight or flight (always flight) kicked in and I tried to leave but my friends convinced me to come back. Which led to more drinks and me doing coke until 6am. Because of course it did.
Now I know exactly who I am, no questions asked. I am not someone who can drink in moderation. The clock is reset (2 days) and hopefully won’t be reset again. Fuckin yikes.
I started smoking at age 9, and I am now 25. I live with a person that smokes and it bothers me a little, but I've learned to light candles in my room to make the smell go away and focus on something else. Last night, I received a phone call from a friend that was in a precarious situation and it is stressing me out, so I went to the store and got a pack of smokes.
Any suggestions from ex-smokers who had a relapse as to how to kick the disgusting habit again?
EDIT: I took everyone's advice and I present my solution. Back to square one!
Wagons, big flying mounts, naval vessels, zeppelins, floating islands, space ships.
Now upscale that up to eleven.
Megacrafts.
It might sound great for the players, but why DM would want that?
Small frigate for party-of-four is an excellent platform that:
- Serves as means of transportation between objects of interest
- Provides location for downtime activities
- Can house plenty of encounters (pirate raid, big tentacles, etc.) by itself in an otherwise uninteresting environment (big patch of water)
- Doesn't hand over too many raw resources to the party, ensuring that players won't unexpectedly outgrow challenges before them
Enlarging the construct doesn't further any of the first three points and would risk players becoming unstoppable. Or would it?
I will now provide you with some writing advice for your next adventure:
- Independent, hermetic environment:
>Centuries-old landship of a bygone civilization. Mile-long behemoth, painted in yellow like the dunes it crosses. Forged from thick steel that puts current blacksmiths to shame. Beliefs of some people mark it as creation of Gods.
>
>Why is it here? Who built it? Was it abandoned? Or perhaps something happened to its creator(s)? What was its purpose? Is it dangerous? What could possibly lie within?
There you have it. This thing doesn't provide a quick ride to keep facade of the setting together.
It is the setting. It is the adventure. It is the campaign.
For that of course you need to get your priorities in straight. What is the outline of this machine? How many decks are there? Are functions of these machines I wrote last week consistent?
Don't panic. Your answer is down below.
- Fluid Interior
>It felt like a maze. It was a maze. Travel between each functional section was a risky undertaking that required time, resources, and cooperation. Corridors were cluttered with crates of unknown markings and contents. Walkways crumbled, pipelines collapsed, and airducts were festered with creatures that could only be described as crossbreed of goblin and drowned undead.
There is no ship.
Just like with any other setting, depths of eldritch dimension, sunny valleys, town market, or average Bethesda game, there is no living world. It's all an illusion. DM's job is to keep it together.
What really matters are points of interest. The reactor, bridge, crew bunks, cargo bays, entrances, workshops, turrets, you name it. Everything in-between is a small po
... keep reading on reddit ➡I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
Tonight I have a wonderful opportunity to share some local folklore with the world. These old stories are often unsettling, of course, but they sometimes hide a lesson that folk would do well not to forget. Unfortunately, those like my mother–who doesn’t know English and has never used a computer–are often the only ones who still remember.
She’s sitting down in front of the tall red candle now, which means the tale is about to begin. I will type and translate as she speaks, and I can’t imagine a better environment for this dark winter fable. The cabin is quiet, and outside are only snowdrifts, pine forests, and icy mountaintops beneath a starry night sky. And so, without further ado–
The Outsider’s Tale.
Hundreds of years ago, this Village was a very different place than it is today. Each person had their place. There were butchers and bakers and candlestick-makers. Blacksmiths, grocers, coopers and carpenters. Folk supported each other, because they depended on each other. They understood–like the spider understands–that if one strand of the web fails, the dinner escapes.
And who wants to go hungry?
That also meant that neighbors kept a close eye on each other, since one person’s sin was the sin of the whole community. And that’s how our story begins.
One winter’s day, an Outsider came to the Village. Suddenly, there was a new person in town, one who had no place. She came up the winding road in a covered wagon, fleeing death and danger. She needed help–but folk are suspicious of Outsiders.
She had to find a way to support herself until summer, when the snow would melt and she could cross the mountain pass.
She tried playing music in the local tavern, but the barkeep turned her out. He was sorry, he said, but the wives in town didn’t like the way their husbands looked at the Outsider.
She tried working the looms and storehouses, but the Outsider’s hands were delicate, and she did not know the language of the Village. She couldn’t share in their gossip, which made her a threat. They turned her out as well.
Snow piled up on her cold covered wagon. The Outsider took on the most disagreeable jobs in order to survive. She mucked stables, swept streets, and cleaned houses for next to nothing, but it still wasn’t enough to provide food and warmth for the winter. She resorted to meaner things: fortune-telling, potion-selling, card scams…
*And each night, the men of the Village snuck over to the covered wagon with a pitiful han
... keep reading on reddit ➡it's 1962 March 28th
I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
night is falling
I never knew I liked
night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain
I don't like
comparing nightfall to a tired bird
I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love
and here I've loved rivers all this time
whether motionless like this they curl skirting the hills
European hills crowned with chateaus
or whether stretched out flat as far as the eye can see
I know you can't wash in the same river even once
I know the river will bring new lights you'll never see
I know we live slightly longer than a horse but not nearly as long as a crow
I know this has troubled people before
and will trouble those after me
I know all this has been said a thousand times before
and will be said after me
I didn't know I loved the sky
cloudy or clear
the blue vault Andrei studied on his back at Borodino
in prison I translated both volumes of War and Peace into Turkish
I hear voices
not from the blue vault but from the yard
the guards are beating someone again
I didn't know I loved trees
bare beeches near Moscow in Peredelkino
they come upon me in winter noble and modest
beeches are Russian the way poplars are Turkish
"the poplars of Izmir
losing their leaves. . .
they call me The Knife. . .
lover like a young tree. . .
I blow stately mansions sky-high"
in the Ilgaz woods in 1920 I tied an embroidered linen handkerchief
to a pine bough for luck
I never knew I loved roads
even the asphalt kind
Vera's behind the wheel we're driving from Moscow to the Crimea
Koktebele
formerly "Goktepé ili" in Turkish
the two of us inside a closed box
the world flows past on both sides distant and mute
I was never so close to anyone in my life
bandits stopped me on the red road between Bolu and Geredé
when I was eighteen
apart from my life I didn't have anything in the wagon they could take
and at eighteen our lives are what we value least
I've written this somewhere before
wading through a dark muddy street I'm going to the shadow play
Ramazan night
a paper lantern leading the way
maybe nothing like this ever happened
maybe I read it somewhere an eight-year-old boy
going to the shadow play
Ramazan night in Istanbul holding his grandfather's hand
his grandfather has on a fez and is wearing t
Credonz couldn't exactly tell where he was at the moment. His scales ached with an age he never felt until now, and his eyes could only see that there was only blacknesss above and around him along with ripples appearing throughout the sky. He could not tell whether or not he had lost his sight, as while he could wave his hands in front of him, he registered no motion from them, like light had simply been erased from existence. However, the only clue he possessed was that he awoke upon something metal. When he tried to stand up, however, he had to stop quite suddenly, as he had managed to hurt his back in such a way as to have made it more damaged than it already had been. However, the only physical difference one could see if they were to take in his form, was that some of his scales had either cracked or completely fallen off of his skin along the small of his back towards the base of his tail.
[Deductive Reasoning] managed to take hold of him and consolidated most of the information around him, leading him towards a few conclusions. The first was that he was lying on top of his creation. It was a fairly easy conclusion to come to, however the next part of its journey brought to light a startling conclusion. The crack that had formed beneath him had managed to swallow his entire carriage whole.
He crawled along the top to avoid hitting his neck upon the ceiling once more and managed to come across another thing besides the two, that being the familiar furry form of Kojo. The only reason that [Deductive Reasoning] could tell it was Kojo, was the fact that the animal in question managed to snuggle under the covers of his bed while he slept for part of the journey. Credonz stopped for a moment feeling the somewhat comfy moss across his skin, before gently picking up the unconscious dog, judging from the deepness of its breaths.
He searched along the floor, while holding his cargo within his other hand, before finding purchase upon the thing he had been searching for, that being the entrance hatch. Once he managed to open it halfway, as the rest of the hatch had bent and contorted as to make it the highest the hinges would allow, he pushed his cargo in first, and then shimmied in coming to the sounds of pain emanating from the
... keep reading on reddit ➡Happy New Years Eve bunkies!!! Leaving aside Freakonte and Lowdown Lindsey Lowhand who we can dissect after the 2 hour shit show special tonight…let’s take a look at how NYE will play out for our last batch of mayhem makers.
The Mullet/Manslaughter - The Mullet will convince Manslaughter to dump the kid with mom’s so he can have a “sexy night in”. This will involve a picnic on the floor with cheap champagne, chocolate covered fruit, alcoholic smoothies and hummus and carrot sticks. If she’s lucky, maybe ironing board tacos. He will coerce her upstairs for more of his dad bod than a person wants to see and she’ll wish she could be drunker than hell to deal with it. Gothic Kelly will repeatedly call urging him to talk to his kids and playing cock block bingo in between drinks!
Puppy/Scamber/Franknfurter Eric - If Puppy is out of jail, it’s a dead set guarantee that she’ll be high af, drunk af and controlled by Franknfurter in his thigh highs. If she’s in jail? It’s whippets and hooch all around the cell block!!! Scamber will enjoy herself to the hilt. She’ll start drinking and by the end of the night, she’ll either be trying to seduce a chick or her eyeballs will be spinning like pinwheels. Either way, Scamber will have a great night out!
Tia Maria/Snow Bunny - I want to be wherever they are with a camera just so SchnazzyC has enough footage for a years worth of memes!!! Tia will already have a fancy new tie, argyle socks and enough hair product in to set the world on fire! Snow Bunny will be in something sparkling everywhere (maybe even a NYE tiara!) and wherever it is, there are many many shots, at least 4 vapes each and high af!!! I hate to admit it, but these two make great tv and deserve their own spin off! Embrace the memes Tia, embrace the memes.
Stan Zbornak Burns/Jasmine Portella - Stan has bought whatever the lunchables supreme tray is, the cheapest champagne money will buy, polished up his straightjacket, lit the basement with battery operated candles and is preparing for the pegging of his life. Jasmine Portella, freshened up the ramen hair, has her stash ready for retail and will be partying until approx January 5 when she crashes.
Bratney/Ray Ray - No NYE would be complete without the following moments: Bratney taking several hours to dress and do makeup only to look as terrible as before she started; Bratney threatening Ray Ray that his sperm soldiers better get to marching and make her some babies; Ray Ray getting progressively drunk a
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Another ad for you haters ;)
I created this checklist for my own holiday cheer, but after seeing several posts asking about things to in Las Vegas, I am sharing it here.
I don't work for any of these places. I do not see any profit from it. I have not visited them all yet for the season so I cannot comment on how they are this year. I am also probably missing some events and displays, so feel free to let me know.
Have fun, and post pics! Here's my favorite Vegas Christmas song to celebrate
Casino / Community Displays (Free)
☐ Wynn (Who is ready to be holly and jolly? The holidays have arrived to Wynn Las Vegas.)
☐ Venetian/Palazzo (Saw this video of the decor on YouTube)
☐ Cool Yule at The Park ([Twinkling lights, festive décor, and strolling Santas greet visitors and locals at “Cool Yule” at The Park. As guests wander through The Park, they’ll encounter breakdancing elves, live music, and acapella carolers. Specialty Cocktails will also be served at Beerhaus and the Cool Yule Bar. Admission is free.](https://www.mgmresorts.com/en/things
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For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.
I said "hey look, an escaPEA"
No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!
Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂
It really does, I swear!
Hey everyone. I'm sorry for the gap between updates. It's been a rough couple of days and this update is gonna be a bumpy ride.
Starting from when yall last heard from me, I had a good rest (I slept for 13 hours) and then woke up when Scott had been knocking on my door to check up on me. I was in kind of a state when I woke up, so Scott and I sat down and talked about what Mr. Miller told me. He brought Boots over, and I can't tell you how much that little cat helped calm me. There's something magical about a cat's purr. Anyway, I can't believe it didn't occur to me, but Scott's dad is still alive, obviously. It sounds like my dad told everyone in town to shut up, but if anyone is immune to being told what to do, it's Robert Fucking Saltman.
At Rob's place, it was before opening time, so Scott used his key on the shop door to let us in. We walked into the back workshop, where we knew Rob would be. He startled when he saw us, but then got that old bastard glow. You know, that 'happy to see you but too much of a bastard to smile' kinda glow? That one. Scott got right to it though. Just out and asked him, "Dad, tell me about Mom." Rob got a solemn look, said somethin' like "by this point I was thinkin' you'd never up and ask me about it".
He clapped his hands on his knees, got up, and took a picture off the wall of his workshop to show us. It was a younger Rob at one of the diners in town, with a beautiful girl beside him that had Scott's tawny hair. They looked so happy. He told us her name was Sofie. He'd met her in high school, and she was wonderful. She loved everything around her, and had this need to nurture, a lot like Scott does. She kept a lot of animals, and worked for a wild animal sanctuary. There was a way about her that made Rob want to protect her with everything he had, so they fell in together naturally.
Rob said my dad was his best friend, and my mom, Lucille, was actually Sofie's best friend. My dad met my mom through Sofie, and they were an instant power couple. My dad knew he wanted to work in the ranger service since he was a kid, and my mom was a wildlife biologist or ecologist or, as Rob put it, "some sciencey shit like that". They just clicked.
My mom was the first one to get pregnant. I asked Rob how that could be, since Scott is a year older than me, and he said "that's because she miscarried 6 months in." They were *d
... keep reading on reddit ➡History: In 2014 I weighed 230 and got down to 150 with ADF within like 4-5 months. No loose skin, I looked great. So great I got myself a man who didn’t respect my lifestyle because he can eat whatever and stay thin. So I unfortunately fell off the wagon. Fast forward 7 years and a marriage and 2 kids later and I’m bigger than ever. I’m two months post partum and have a fire lit under my a$$. I started ADF again January 3rd and am down 12 lbs. I will try to give weekly updates or at least 2x monthly.
Last time I biked 6-8 miles per day and walked and ran even on fasting days but it is super cold right now so exercise is limited until the spring. I’m decently active in the warmer months normally. My body looks best at 140-160 lbs. last time I avoided loose skin but am afraid of it this time after two kids my stomach is a little worse for the wear. Don’t even get me started on the bewbs. :(
Any encouraging words or if anyone wants to DM me to talk I’m open to that! Plan to get to GW then maintain and maybe occasionally throw in a 36 hr fast here and there. Right now my schedule is Mondays, Wednesday’s, & Fridays for 36 hrs and Tuesday’s & Thursday’s keep calories around 1,000-1,200. If it’s not gong as fast as i want, I’ll throw in another day per week.
Anyone want to see pics? I’m so embarrassed. Maybe I need to be shamed in order to get fit.
WISH ME LUCK!
He remembered a time before the war, a time when he had thought taverns to be a place more detestable than any other, filled with rambunctious indecency, endless lines of smelly drunkards, and wenches of ill-repute, each eager to steal his innocence. A man’s true place, he’d thought then, was in the practice yard where he could perfect his disciplines, his stances and strokes in preparation for the great battles to come.
But after tasting battle and having his life hang upon a razor’s edge more than a few times he’d come to realize taverns did have a use. Not a “noble” one, mind you, but one that filled him with rowdy eagerness anyway, a desire to find purpose in every tomorrow to come, rather than drill himself stoically into an early grave.
Dorne—Sunspear and its Shadow City in particular—seemed to only prove this point with each passing night. He was never bored when he frequented the city’s many bathhouses, gambling dens, winesinks, and inns, emerging from them satisfied no matter his mood before. There was always some coin or argument to be won or lost, some bit of ale or fine wine to drink, and always a woman to keep him company. Perhaps it was his fiery head of hair in a land of brown that made everyone so eager to speak with him, or perhaps it was the grin that always spread across his face, letting out laughter more and more as each night progressed. More than likely, it was the full coin purse swaying at his side, but Oscar didn’t really care what it was, so long as he could revel into a mirthful stupor without interruption, he was content. He had paid for this reprieve with the blood of Reachmen and Stormlanders, and he meant to enjoy himself for as long as his brother would allow.
Covered by a grey shawl, his boots dusty from a day of walking, a sack filled with the booty he’d purchased down in the market slung over his shoulder, Oscar entered one of the many winesinks he’d come to enjoy more than the rest. It was a quaint place, lowly-lit with voices that barely raised above a mumble or whisper. Everyone seemed to have a secret here, or at the very least were meeting with someone they didn’t want anybody to know about.
He set his sack down on the bar and nodded to the short innkeeper, pointing at a particular bottle of Dornish Red. Abelar was the man’s name, old as the hills apparently. Abelar nodded back and tried to reach the wine which, unfortunately, sat atop the highest shelf.
Oscar grinned as the man struggled to reach high enoug
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Pilot on me!!
Nothing, he was gladiator.
Story Discord (expires in 7 days)
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AN: Merry Christmas (if you celebrate it)! This ain't particularly Christmassy, but I hope you guys will enjoy this gift from me to you all. Have a great day today, and take care of yourselves.
O-O-O
1550, 29 January 2253, GHSS George Hearst, TMT (21 weeks to arrival)
Matt sighed as his character flew off the screen before exploding. A bassy voice announced, “Winner: Player Two.” He gently set down Lian’s controller and laced his fingers behind his head. Ana, Lian, Sean and he had been playing video games for the past half hour. They’d been a great distraction from the shitstorm that was probably going on back home. He sighed. “Man, this is really not the best game.”
Sean laughed at him and quipped, “On the contrary, this is fantastic! This is the first game where you and Ana haven’t immediately wiped the floor with us normals.”
Matt groaned and asked, “Can we go back to something I have a chance on?”
Ana reached for the table in front of him and said, “Give me that controller, Matt. I’ll defend your honor.” Lian giggled at the comment as he picked up the controller.
Sean looked at Matt’s tablet as it chimed again. He chuckled and asked, “When did you get so popular?”
Matt sighed as his mood fell. “Popular isn’t the word I’d use.” He shook his head and frowned. “I told my parents about Ana and I...let’s just say they’re not taking it well. They told the rest of my family.”
Sean’s jovial expression fell immediately, “Oh. What’s the damage?”
Matt frowned as he looked at the tablet. He exhaled and muttered, “Well, let’s find out.” Matt picked up his tablet and unlocked it, reading the newest message. The slur bit into his mind as he read it. “Fucking...wow. That’s...awful.” Matt took a deep breath and read off, “From my aunt: ‘I’m ashamed to be related to a...zookeeper like you. Don’t feel obligated to visit my house ever again, and don’t bring that woman with you.’ Shit.” Matt dropped the tablet into his lap and closed his eyes as tears began to form.
Ana grabbed the tablet and muttered, “What the fuck?” Ana growled, “I will kick her ass. No one talks about you like that, and they sure don’t talk about me like I’m not a fucking person.” She scrolled through
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White flakes of snow sparkled in the sky as they danced towards the ground. They joined the others that have come before, adding to the long stretches of soft barricades along the street. A lone, ruby red SUV charged down the partially plowed street at speeds much too fast for the icy roads. Any local would have known better not to drive that fast, let alone use the defroster on the windshield, but Zendari was no local.
"I can't believe my sisters." Zendari grumbled over the radio. "’Oh Zendari, just meet us out in some hodunk town. We'll have a family reunion. It'll be great.’"
She slammed the steering wheel with her palm and put more pressure on the gas pedal. Snow and ice covered the windshield and the wipers did little to change that fact. Her anger had dulled her senses, to the point she did not realize the vehicle was a bit too cold for her body to handle. She wore a puffy purple coat and thick wool mittens with pine trees on them, but that was not enough to keep her warm in such cold weather. Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel and her body started to shake.
"Just when I thought I could trust them again. That they turned over a new leaf. No, instead they send me to a frozen deathtrap. I'm a Goddess damned Interior Agent! And for what? Because I didn't get a growth spurt like everyone else?" Zendari almost yelled over the sound of bells from the radio.
Her vision was almost entirely white, except for a brown, rapidly approaching figure in the distance. This new color caught her eye and she squinted to see through the windshield. It kept getting closer, until her eyes got big, realizing what it was. She slammed on the brakes, but her wheels grabbed nothing but slick ice. Zendari turned the steering wheel hard to the right and the vehicle kept sliding forward. She kept hammering at the breaks, but all the vehicle did was groan.
"Run Bambi! Run!" Zendari yelled, clinging to the wheel of her runaway vehicle.
As if the deer heard her cries, it bounded off to the right and over the giant mounds of snow just in the nick of time. The vehicle slid past where the deer had been and started to spin. Zendari reached for her seatbelt, but it refused to move. The walls of snow were getting closer and she was still fighting with her stubborn seatbelt.
"Come on. Come on!" she said, continuing to pull the belt with all her might. By the time her vehicle turned back around, the seatbelt relented. She strapped it across her chest at the same moment h
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"Greetings!" Honrik called out to the guard on duty at the gate. "We're on our way to relieve Sehlahtar. May we make our camp here and operate out of this town?"
The guard didn't give a direct answer, instead just shouting back into the town for someone to get the lord of the town up and over to the gate.
John stood back as everyone waited, already being eyed by the gate guard. He whispered into Ildra's ear, "these guys were already hit, look at how bad the gate is looking."
"They aren't occupied, so it might've been just a message they sent," she looked at the now multiple locals at the gate area, illuminated by torches and not wearing anything that would identify them as Ofturharkeners. "Where did Ebran go? He was just here a moment ago."
"He went around the corner to take a piss. Oh, it looks like them and Kalo know each other, or at least have met. I guess it isn't under Steyrban boot then." John watched the huntmaster and what he assumed was the local lord greet each other. I can never get a read on that guy. He knows more people than a mob boss.
"Bizentar still stands! so, where do you lot come from?" The lord looked them all over. He saw a handful of hunters and guardsmen with one in full armor covered in odd designs. It was not anything that would take Ofturharken's 3rd army on, but with the other groups pouring in, any amount of men would help.
Honrik replied, "we're from Saerna, on the river Kulven."
"Awfully late time to still be up, no? Anyways, you want to be operating out of my town huh. Granted. I don't care what you do to them out there, just see them gone. Any food taken though we would like, and in return we will guard your camp and all that's in it." The lord was awfully generous, but they were in a warzone and would do what it would take to have more protection in the area.
"Saerna thanks you for your generosity sir," Honrik moved an ear, then beckoned everyone to get moving again as the gate was opened wider.
John and Ebran pulled the cart into the town, putting off to the side of where they were to set camp. "We make our first move tomorrow, the Bizentar commander has informed me that Ofturharken has a large cohor
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This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.
If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.
Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.
What did 0 say to 8 ?
" Nice Belt "
So What did 3 say to 8 ?
" Hey, you two stop making out "
I won't be doing that today!
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This morning, my 4 year old daughter.
Daughter: I'm hungry
Me: nerves building, smile widening
Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.
She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.
Thank you all for listening.
You take away their little brooms
There hasn't been a post all year!
When I got home, they were still there.
