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I want to be known as someone who’s full of love and radiates light

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I play the same 25 songs everyday and them mfs hit every time

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my cat Meatball’s hanukkah sweater started kinda coming off, so my girlfriend went to fix it, and as she did so she said to him, in her most tender and maternal voice, “aww, is your shirt coming off? whore”

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heres my superhero idea: guy who’s pretty much normal, but is immune to anyone with superpowers. if supervillains try to attack him, he’s immune to their powers. if supervillains with powers try to punch him he’s immune. what he’s not immune to, though, is getting regular beaten up by a completely normal man

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Can I please get a new nurse?

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im dead at ‘in zoology science licks you’

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i entered the friendzone but all I found were enemies

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I present to you, literally my favorite yelp review at the SmartPet I used to work at. It’s called CLOSING for a reason people

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when will the clown sightings happen again that was fun

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Top: **spreads my ass cheeks apart**

My ass cheeks: we’ve updated our privacy policy

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Hey so this is all kinds of fucked up. They are already choosing who to prioritize, and it’s not those with chronic illnesses. They literally put in the letter that she is a sacrifice.

@thebibliosphere have you seen this?

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We’ve got an itinerant cheese-selling woman who comes into town every Friday morning to sell the cheeses she purchases from local farms, and I like this old-fashioned way of buying cheese (other people, like the mayor, find it mortifying that our village is too small to support its own cheese shop). She stations herself in the plaza and likes to share news about the farms and villages she’s visited this week (at the moment we get a lot of baby animal news, like new calf announcements.) She has the unfortunate habit of denigrating her own cheeses without meaning to because she is a cheese perfectionist. You ask for a bleu, she grimaces hesitantly and says “Ah, poor choice, it doesn’t look quite right to me today”; or you tell her “I really liked the brie I picked last time, so creamy!” and she shakes her head and goes “Ah, you got lucky, often that farmer gives me such shitty brie with a chaulky texture—” then she suddenly looks frustrated with herself, you can tell she’s thinking “why am I giving this information to a client?? I’m the worst cheese saleswoman ever.” It’s very endearing. 

She also sells eggs, and always writes the name of the farmer she got it from on each carton so you can make sure to buy your friends’ eggs and avoid your enemies’ eggs. You’ve got to be like “Six Gilbert eggs please” and publicly announce where your loyalty lies, it’s a whole Thing. If one day you decide to go rogue and ask for Agnès eggs instead you can be sure people will notice, and they will talk. Getting my own chickens is the only way I have found to avoid pledging egg allegiance.

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