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We’re Approaching Bubonic Plague All Wrong & How To Use Soap To Fix It

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There is either a cowboy in your house or there isn’t and you have to deal with that

……..what does this mean

It means you just have to deal with that

I haven’t listened to the audio, because it’s too perfect seeing characters emotionally move their mouth with tears while being completely silent.

You…. you REALLY need to listen to the audio though.

source?????

je yeet

tu yeetes

il/elle/on yeet

nous yeetons

vous yeetez

ils/elles yeetent

lifes a bitch and im gonna milk her

hi sorry can you rephrase this

no. i cannot.

thats just the way the pussy crumbles

please see a gynecologist

21 pilots was created by the government to permanently close your third eye

damn… they got ‘em.

I really hope I don’t have an epic fail today

me as a brain surgeon

my perfect crime? I memorize the entirety of the macy’s store inventory. I then go on aliexpress.com and find exact replicas of every single purse in the store. I break in at 3am, and replace every purse with a cheaper version of the purse. I take my real purses home and open up an online store on the darknet featuring fake purses. I then sell these real purses as fake purses, making it so that when the feds catch on to my antics, they spend countless years trying to figure out who can replicate purses this well, and who is selling them. Soon an entire division of the FBI is dedicated to finding me and figuring out how my “fake” purses appear to be real. 45 years later they finally trace my ip address and break into my villa in texas and shoot me right in the leg when i attempt to flee. While this would normally not be a fatal wound, due to my constant devotion to my online fake real purse storefront i have suffered an iron deficiency for 35 years. My blood can’t clot and I start to bleed out. Turns out the woman who shot me was a girl who i made out with once in college, and she holds my dying body in her arms and asks me how my fake purses were so real. I spend the last moments of my fleeting life telling her about how every five years i break into a different Macy’s and replace all the purses, and that the purses I have been selling online for a severely discounted price were actually all real, and I have been doing this purely for the gag of it all. When my former college girlfriend gets home from work after rightfully murdering me for my crimes, she goes into her walk in closet, looks at the 13 gucci purses she owns, and realizes that they’re all fakes.

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