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my halloween costume is fucking epic. -
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i've always wanted a photo blog. y/n. -
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For centuries, a rite of passage for French gourmets has been the eating of the Ortolan. These tiny birds-captured alive, force-fed, then drowned in Armagnac-were roasted whole and eaten that way, bones and all, while the diner draped his head with a linen napkin to preserve the precious aromas and, some believe, to hide from God.
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Growing up is hard. -
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I love having a dachshund. I can make so many "wiener" jokes now it's amazing. -
the wittiness continues.
Seriously. This kid is a knock out.
Jory's playing with his cars on the coffee table. Something catches his eye on the table and he looks at it, inspects it, but doesn't touch. He points it out, it's a little spot of red paint on the table. He looks over to my mom, and asks, "Mommy, who had a period on the table?" -
oooh, children.
Brother: Oooh, this lemonade is so sour! Like a bull putting it's horns in your ass.
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On a far less serious note, what do you do when you're being chased by the cops, and need an escape plan? Apparently, cut off your cock and throw it at the cops.
.. True story.
Humanity, you have yet failed to make me lulz at your hilarious stupidity.
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