His name was Samwise Gamgee.
Making the world a better place, one genetic experiment at a time.
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gopher://umbrellacorp.io
His name was Samwise Gamgee.
Feedback: allow me to register an account with an email on my self-hosted domains. The validation on the form sucks, either by design or accident.
Maybe they don’t think your towels match the decor.
I had the flu one time and barfed up shredded hashbrowns. Let me tell you, that stuff gets all stuck in the crevices of your mouth and teeth when you vomit it. Couldn’t eat hashbrowns for a good year after.
I’ve eaten hot ass. This just looks like septic tank sludge.
This comment right here, officer.
Mudbutt in, mudbutt out.
Pizza nipples.
No, not bad. Likely difficult on occasion. I’ve identified things that I’m bad at and therefore try not to involve myself in them, when possible.
That wasn’t a requirment of the hypothetical fun internet situation.
Coffee shops.
Strawberry could be a good contender.
Viscount Strophanthus. My first androgynous crush. In hindsight the content was pretty edgey and cringe, though.
Keep repeating this and it sounds like a techno beat.
Ideally 2300, but usually 0000 or soon after.
Psychopathy is a boon in my line of work.
Under, but fold the beginning of the paper over itself, so it appears to be over until your unsuspecting victim tries to grab some paper. Then they realize the true nature of your depravity.
Balsamic.