"You watch as the body falls, knocking against the cabin. It gets caught, drawn underneath the wheels. You feel the subtle shifts, barely noticeable, as the trolley careens through the sudden obstacle. It's a sudden, unexpected thrill. One you must experience again...."
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But that rug really pulled the room together.
The length is what turns a Furby from just a creepy fuzzy gremlin into your own personalized Eldritch abomination.
So while the total length doesn't matter, the fact that it is a Long Furby over a standard Furby does.
They all do. One is so bad, she gets up on my shoulders and keeps pressing until I kiss her on the cheek. If she's in a real love mood, she'll lay there rolling until I kiss and nuzzle her whole face.
Because it takes giving an actual shit to take action beyond a glorified photoshoot.
Well, your Grindr date might at least use lube.
Certain kinds of beans, especially when baked. It's purely a texture thing, I cannot stand the feel when I bite into a bean.
Been trying all my life, have never been able to get over it. I can eat green beans, peas, edamame, no problems.
The Orange Cream Coke is pretty good.
But if it comes down to that or Cherry-Vanilla, the orange gets the noose. I'm a slut for cherry-vanilla.
That sounds like a Metal Gear plot with the copyright pulled off.
Not calling it a bad thing, just funny to read it broken down like that.
He's sad, for he knows his fate.
I'd be offended if you didn't. They love that shit.
There's a ketamine treatment clinic nearish my area. They do low, controlled doses of ket to help treat depression.
They had a billboard for awhile. The main thing you could see driving by was "DEPRESSED? TRY KETAMINE!" with the clinic name in small text down below. My first thought was "Well, fuck, yeah, can't be depressed if you're deep in the k-hole."