It’s not censored, that ass is money!
It’s not censored, that ass is money!
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It’s all part of the “obscenity” laws that keep getting passed, making porn sites verify ages and all that BS. Other platforms don’t want to be seen as obscene, so they censor content in order to not lose a shitton of traffic.
Hence the rise of “un-alive”…
I miss the Wild West days when teachers would go to whitehouse.com and show a room full of 8 year olds a naked blonde with full bush & Q-cup tits.
There may have been “other factors” that were not legal in my state at the time contributing to my pantsless genius…
True Neutral solution. Also I get a bigger piece.
I’ve used my jeans as oven mitts before.
First night in new apartment, making frozen pizza, oven mitts are… Wait, do I even own oven mitts? Is there a towel around? Jeans are thick, that should work!
Sitting on the floor, sans pants, eating a Red Baron off the box it came in, sliced haphazardly with a pocket knife is peak adulting.
I’ve been a D&D geek since it was still Advanced D&D, so I’m well aware of the similarities.
The fact that everyone is in denial of is that obsession with sports statistics is a socially acceptable Autistic Hyperfixation.
Now there’s 2702 billionaires to take out…
Someone in my fantasy football group chat made a reference to the battle of Antietam today, between an 80’s Hulk Hogan gif and a Simpsons joke.
I believe you mean:
This is a triumph
Studies show that an attacker with a knife in hand has the advantage over someone with a holstered gun from as far as 21 feet away.
I learned about Arch from memes.
I run CinnaMint.
I’m attempting to normalize “CinnaMint” over “Mint Cinnamon”
That’s just one mod. Every character gets Tits and dong.
A pseudo-stomach? IDK…
I think since it’s using bacteria and not acid, it’s not a “stomach”, just performs the same type of function.
Now there’s a memory I didn’t know I repressed…
I’m attempting to normalize calling it CinnaMint. I get a few up votes Everytime I mention it, but I haven’t seen anyone else use it yet.
The… CorPorate… instances…?
ER?
Look at you with your fancy “Healthcare” and “Insurance”!
We treated wounds via walking them off, and occasionally hiding behind a tree to sob silently so you didn’t get laughed at.
There’s a place near me that makes “Crispy Phillies”, essentially a chimichanga made out of Philly stuff.
I limit myself to one a month, otherwise I would die from pure bliss (and heart failure)