saw v is objectively the funniest bc imagine if you were gonna kill ur sisters abuser/murderer so you copied the methods of a known serial killer so you wouldnt be suspected but then that serial killer kidnaps you and is all 'dude are you kidding me? that trap was shit. you're shit. people are going to think i built that!? if you're going to copy me at least do it right. fucking blunt ass pendulum? fuck me. come on, let me teach u how to do this properly. this is so fucking embarrassing.' and now ur his apprentice
research for an upcoming ace attorney zine
I'm a survivor of the terror attacks who lived 4 blocks east of the World Trade Center. I lost my home that day, spent years homeless and destitute, and I carry a Zadroga Act diagnosis of 9/11-connected PTSD. If anyone who's doing this RP needs character coaching or if you need help with authentic scenarios, I'm available for consulting services at reasonable rates. DM me here or leave your number on the men's room wall at any leather bar and it'll get to me in 24 hours. Happy 9/11 y'all, and remember fireworks are unsafe and illegal in most jurisdictions.
Soundtrack from Twin Peaks, music composed by Angelo Badalamenti (1990)
not to sound like a medieval peasant but, cheese and bread. garlic and butter. a menagerie of spices. potatoes. that’s what life is all about right there.
penis parker was bitten on the dick by a radioactive spider and fights crime as her alter ego: spider-cock
why the fuck is penis parker a girl
are you new here?
I dont think fish are aware of the nintendo gamecube, sorry. They are very aware of the dreamcast though. 100% The Saturn and Playstation too
No one wants to work anymore. All kids these days want is to physically transform into animals. Bones cracking, breaking, splintering apart, stitching together into exhilaratingly new shapes. Hair, all kinds hair, various fluids and oils and whatnot. Ragged-lip maws dripping with alien teeth, crowning in teething agony like the birth of an infant god. Gore-streaked visages howling in pagan delight by the pale light of the moon, etc. No work ethic. He who makes a beast of himself takes away the pain of clocking in tomorrow
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*goes to Coachella in a white linen suit like an antebellum lawyer, sweating profusely and dabbing at my forehead with a handkerchief* now, I’m no fancy scientist, but would you folk know where a simple gentleman such as myself could obtain some acid? Now, I’m no big city lawyer, but could any of you fine youths point a country boy such as myself in the direction of some fucking acid?
easily a contender for post of the decade
add this to the collection with the larries/black mold and supernatural blogger who deactivated bc they became catholic or whatever