And Richie had to put away his Theo James slash fiction writing for another day, the thirsty little whore-slut that he was too. Never mind, Rich. There’s always porn. Off you trot.
A Sky Like Honey
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Clone dance? Clone dance, you say? Clone dance we shall have!
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*lobs sparkly grenade*
Yeah, that’s a UK McDonalds.
How the living fuckadoodle are you considering Haribo “nostalgic”, Shure? Catch yourself on...
Oh, so you do like watching paint dry?
It’s all the Midwesterners have. That and the ‘phobias (interchangeable so you can try a new one each day!) That and shitty “Italian” beef. Hmm, wet sandwiches! Yummo!
*fetches flamethrower*
The one with the underwater critters that had absolutely no direction to go in? Oh yes, I remember that.
Well, this is certainly a drink that screams “Basic Fat White Slut”.
I don’t care how she identifies - Wednesday does not have a fringe (bangs in Basic). Get that sorted!
This is true. Also, they used to have a wine lake but my aunt got in there back in the early 2000s and now it’s more a puddle.
You filthy wee bampot. I hope your mother knows what a reprobate you are. *denies Tim Hortons*
PEOPLE! WE ARE AT DEF-CHOC 1! PREPARE THE EMERGENCY AIRLIFT OF DECENT BRITISH CHOCCY!
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Do as my mother’s been doing for the better part of a year - make your own. Seriously. It’s remarkably easy to make butter, and all it needs is a bit of practice but it pays off in the end, especially when you look at the cost of cream versus butter (well, here the cost of cream is literally half that of unsalted…
Gee, I don’t know about you, but I think lemony milk needs a bit of texture, you know?
I know there’s a pack of diabetic slappers out there who are slobbering at the thought of Pilk, but I’d like to draw your attention to this: