Message from @Traps for Trump (Morepie)
Discord ID: 585335401619783713
Fun fact, Casu Marzu is illegal in the EU
Literally illegal cheese
also y'all linepushing <:squint:564529533856907265>
Poking two holes into his head? Like children collecting insects in jars with holes on top.
When god plays got your nose with an unborn child
@Mu I need talk with the Manager
Karen?
Skoll was thinking of de meming the art gallery
And I agreed initially until I saw how much work that would require
Art
Rules are still that OC memes are allowed but if the admins want that to change that's fine by me <:sargonfingerguns:568463117856669696>
memes live everywhere
there's not getting rid of them
cleaver i made'
sheath i made for a knife i have
Nice.
guy who taught my dad how to make boots made these
Those look cool as fuck.
I'd say the same for the Target ones, but apparently I'm supposed to be boycotting them cause they're like politically winged now or something.
made this for our DnD campaing, we are starting new season soon, and we have court time coming https://youtu.be/Wucaj0nGq3I
I get "I have no mowth and I must scream" from this.
The women lay in her bed. 19 and young but 70 and old. A soul that hurt and a body that was weak. The radio played and the cool air of the evening poured into the room. It was peaceful she thought. She began to tremble. The thoughts rushing back. Sorrow was all that could be felt. A tear fell as she lay. I want to just be free she thought. Pulling her legs to her chest. Then she heard it. The sound that could make everything right. Footsteps approached and the door swung open. A man in his 20’s gazed with a smile. The scar on his face old and worn. He came over and sat. How has it been he asked. Unbearable she replied. Suddenly she rolled and lunged for the man wrapping her self around and pulling close. She could smell the Cologne he wore. The smell of motor oil and coolant. The faint sweet smell of tobacco. She buried her face in his chest and began to weep. I don’t want to go another day. She begged him please no more. He ran his hands through her blonde hair and told her in a deep and solemn voice. Don’t cry for me darlin for The ocean cliff clearing is near and I’ve already taken the plunge. She squeezed her eyes shut and held back the tears but when she opened them he was gone. Alone in the room with nothing but sorrow and the smell of rain.
The evening mixed with the morning in a show of force. Rain poured and thunder roared. The girl lay in bed. To weak for anything. The greatest curse was not being able to accept reality. She pulled herself with all her might to rise and go to the kitchen. She opened the drawer and retrieved the blade. It was sharp and jagged. Nothing left but a cold plunge she thought. She took the knife and ran it up her arm. Warmth rushes over her arm filling her with a sense of blue and wonder. She could feel the warmth leave her and in turn felt herself begin to go. With a drunken stager she went down the hall. Becoming weaker with each step. She pushed open the pretty white door with the daisy and butterflies painted on it. As she staggered into the room she left the weight of her choices bear down all together on her and she collapsed. As she lay waiting for her final breath she let a single tear fall. A suiting ending for the end of a family In the cold dark nursery where she lay.
what yall think. excuse the grammer
aww
New video up: "A Tiananmen Square Story." I share a firsthand account told to me by one of the protest participants on its 30th anniversary.
https://youtu.be/6huOy21sjL0
