1086 pts · July 9, 2022
And with a Spanish flag.
Oh, angering Canadians, that can’t go wrong.
Every single time.
You just had to make me cry, didn’t you?
You had yo make me cry, had you?
Diesel, aka Poops, aka The Poopinator, aka Bups.
Luckily i was in the toilet when the nonion ninjas attacked.
snot; but still up and fighting. And they ecouragee togo on. They made it though then so that I could make through now. I don’t know what TinyOctopus went through, but he should now that me and thousands of tiny octopuses are routing for him!
Perhaps the most difficult thing I’ve ever done was starting. I told myself that everything else after that would only be to help me reach a better place. I cried, I sweated, I went to places I did not know I had been, nor I wanted to be back. I saw the little me, I saw the scared me, I saw the abused me… I saw something else. I saw me, the me that came out. The me that was not put down, the me that was still fighting, all bloodied and full of
Expect inquisition.
Bad day to rain.
Forgot most of my physics, but wouldn’t the metal train act as a Faraday cage and keep you safe?
Congratulations for the two additions to your family!That void deserves a Viking funeral. I’d nothing else cause spiders 😨
Yeah, which one can top the awesomeness of this one?
DeescalatorMisstepSteplessLT LadderlessFearless LadderDropLadder Not-jacob
3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica. I recognize that dinosaur.
They trained us so well… If they need to reach me they can call me. “Oh, look! Unknown caller!”*ignore call*
I’ve Dude’d many a desktop. I want them to know I am upset, but I don’t want the computer to be mad at me.
No, she did not drop the bow because of the bee. That is the normal release process for Olympic Archery. The little metal bar touching the arrow is called a Clicker. Once the clicker passes the tip of the arrow, clicks agains the side of the bow. At that point the archer starts the release process and let’s go of the bow.
TOES!I mean, love that pup! Give them scratchies for me.
Flood? Flood!
Oh, I had hopes. Then again it is Microsoft. Hope is no longer supported.
That was a masterpiece, and head-butting a nazi was another. Glorious!
Forget the draining. How long until the sides crack under the weight of the tree and side to side movement with the wind? Is there any internal support other than those cement beads on the inside? I don’t have a lot of confidence on those clips.
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse
My car insurance does not cover a Trunk Monkey anymore.
The one on your hands. The others are just sandwiches-to-be.
And with a Spanish flag.
Oh, angering Canadians, that can’t go wrong.
Every single time.
You just had to make me cry, didn’t you?
You had yo make me cry, had you?
Diesel, aka Poops, aka The Poopinator, aka Bups.
Luckily i was in the toilet when the nonion ninjas attacked.
snot; but still up and fighting. And they ecouragee to
go on. They made it though then so that I could make through now.
I don’t know what TinyOctopus went through, but he should now that me and thousands of tiny octopuses are routing for him!
Perhaps the most difficult thing I’ve ever done was starting. I told myself that everything else after that would only be to help me reach a better place. I cried, I sweated, I went to places I did not know I had been, nor I wanted to be back. I saw the little me, I saw the scared me, I saw the abused me… I saw something else. I saw me, the me that came out. The me that was not put down, the me that was still fighting, all bloodied and full of
Expect inquisition.
Bad day to rain.
Forgot most of my physics, but wouldn’t the metal train act as a Faraday cage and keep you safe?
Congratulations for the two additions to your family!
That void deserves a Viking funeral. I’d nothing else cause spiders 😨
Yeah, which one can top the awesomeness of this one?
Deescalator
Misstep
Stepless
LT Ladderless
Fearless Ladder
DropLadder
Not-jacob
3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica. I recognize that dinosaur.
They trained us so well… If they need to reach me they can call me. “Oh, look! Unknown caller!”*ignore call*
I’ve Dude’d many a desktop.
I want them to know I am upset, but I don’t want the computer to be mad at me.
No, she did not drop the bow because of the bee.
That is the normal release process for Olympic Archery. The little metal bar touching the arrow is called a Clicker. Once the clicker passes the tip of the arrow, clicks agains the side of the bow.
At that point the archer starts the release process and let’s go of the bow.
TOES!
I mean, love that pup! Give them scratchies for me.
Flood? Flood!
Oh, I had hopes. Then again it is Microsoft. Hope is no longer supported.
That was a masterpiece, and head-butting a nazi was another. Glorious!
Forget the draining. How long until the sides crack under the weight of the tree and side to side movement with the wind? Is there any internal support other than those cement beads on the inside? I don’t have a lot of confidence on those clips.
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse
My car insurance does not cover a Trunk Monkey anymore.
The one on your hands. The others are just sandwiches-to-be.