You know, I find the most erotic part of a woman is the neurotoxin dispensers.
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You know, I find the most erotic part of a woman is the neurotoxin dispensers.
This is utter hogshit, but also seems relatively easy to work around. “I am legally forbidden from sharing my opinions on the quality of Marvel Rivals.” is a pretty clear and succinct review that technically flies under their legal fuckery.
And now I’m even more glad that I buy whole bean rather than ground coffee.
Some generous billionaire could come along one day and pay off huge medical debts for patients, on a whim.
Go on then, pull the other one.
I have been called a pig, and I am frequently in a pickle. I feel so represented.
Ah, but what of the feet? Even if you need both feet for one job, that’s still another dick or two.
Jim Butcher. He sits firmly and unapologetically in his fantasy niche, so if that’s not your thing you may be disappointed, but the man writes good dialogue and he can turn a phrase.
They’re even better raw!
So, when you remove what I assume is an announcement bot and lizard people from the equation, the answer is George Takei? Yeah, that sounds about right.
So I found out after I posted this that there’s a demo, and 40 minutes in I already like Valvotorez more than Laharl, and at least on par with Adell. Seems like I’ll finish the demo to eb sure, and probably pick it up.
It wasn’t necessarily a badly-designed feature, I’m just bitter because I sucked.
Doing a number four, I see.
Faster shitting, but more to clean. Wonder if it would be more or less efficient.
This also works with cops.
Comrade Crow, vol. 1: An Attempted Murder
Call me crazy, but the fever wank is a great wank. You feel so cleared out, and it helps you sleep and recuperate.
People woefully underappreciate my big tiddy Gith girlfriend.
I could be down for small beer being the main thing we drink.