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kink shitpost, this is so not how this works 

sex where you don't hit me is a soft limit for me so please ask each time before you want to do it

i love when it’s peak spring season bc i can cry in public whenever i want and everyone blames it on my allergies.... actually i'm traumatized

hi gang whats up it is me. hope everyone is having a good day so far. me, i am going to file a restraining order against my mom for giving birth to me

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Alright, yes, Bloody Murder (2000). This movie had such a convoluted fucking plot, I found myself going "Huh?" and "But wha--" and "Why'd the--" and "That doesn't make--" and "Where are my pants?" over and over again throughout it. It was far too non-sensical for it to cross over the line into the wonderful world of the good/bad movie; no, my friends, this movie is firmly entrenched in the realm of bad/bad.

Spent 10 addled minutes adjusting the antenna trying in vain to get better reception on the radio. Had the tuner on wrong frequency. Ugh.

ROBERT GRAHAM: Pat, if these monsters got started as a result of the first atomic bomb in 1945, what about all the others that have been exploded since then?
DR. HAROLD MEDFORD: Nobody knows, Robert. When Man entered the atomic age, he opened a door into a new world. What we’ll eventually find in that new world, nobody can predict.

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”There used to be a camp not far from here, just across the lake. It was called Camp Blackfoot. No one goes there anymore. Everything burnt down. This camp had a caretaker, and his name was Cropsy. Now, this Cropsy was a drunkard… a sadist, and he got real pleasure out of hurting… scaring. And he had these garden shears. The kind with long, thin blades. He carried them all the time, wherever he went…”

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