You wanna know what gets me off? What really turns me on? Writing an essay without changing the default size 11 Calibri font with no line spacing, and then changing it to size 12 Times New Roman with double spacing and seeing it grow from 3 to 5 pages. Yeah, that really gets me going.
yea im a girl
yea i play video games
HAHAAHHA JK
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I think this post was the reason I followed.
“if ur ready CUM and get it”
haha only 18+ will get this one. :PPP
I’m younger than eighteen and I get the joke. Btw, you’re really only supposed to use numbers instead of spelling out the word after one hundred. Or, to be grammatically correct, 100. You’re eighteen, you should know this.
is this real life
i think the reason perfume commercials are so weird is because they have to advertise a smell without using smells
I’m not obligated to respect Moffat just because I like Doctor Who! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
I am allowed to say I think his writing is repetitive and full of plotholes with poor development of characters and relationships! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
I am allowed to say I think his writing is terribly sexist! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
It’s because I am a fan of Doctor Who that I am so upset about Moffat’s lazy, sexist writing! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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The novel in question, incidentally, was The Smart Bunny. The leading character was a rabbit who lived like all the other wild rabbits, but who was as intelligent as Albert Einstein or William Shakespeare. It was a female rabbit. She was the only female leading character in any novel
or story by Kilgore Trout.
She led a normal female rabbit’s life, despite her ballooning intellect. She concluded that her mind was useless, that it was a sort of tumor, that it had no usefulness within the rabbit scheme of things.
So she went hippity-hop, hippity-hop toward the city, to have the tumor removed. But a hunter named Dudley Farrow shot and killed her before she got there. Farrow skinned her and took out her guts, but then he and his wife Grace decided that they had better not eat her because of her unusually large head. They thought what she had thought when she was alive—that she must be diseased.
And so on.
"— Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions (via urbanmessss)
