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a mundane clump of dirt; much beloved by god, like any other

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Leah, 24, FL, she/her

Where I come from, we don’t worry about these fruity-tuity California style buds. Okay? I’m from Scranton. What i’m smoking is dirt. So lets get that straight jack. Pure brick. Ass. Okay? America- Americans are wanting to smoke that dirt, okay? You go up to someone and say, hey, I’m gonna give you a big bag of this heady bud, but I’m taking your stash of mids, they’re gonna say C’mon man! get out of here! *audience cheers* that’s right. that’s right. Get the hell out of here! We like stems! We like seeds! Where I come from.

this post is scripture to me like this is a seminal text. to me

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I love it when whole species of animals have human names. Robins are little Roberts. Magpies are pied Margarets. In French, foxes used to be called goupils, but in Medieval stories they were always named Reynard, a cognate of Reinhart, and now the standard word for fox is renard. It’s like if we said, yeah, that cat looks like his name could be Jim, so cats are just called jims forever now.

Male unneutered cats are called Toms

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I’ll count it!

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creepypasta for cats!!!!!!!!! one time one of the taller high up cats opened a food and you sniffed it and you didn’t like it. and instead of opening up a food you like the high up cat ate it because this food was NEVER(!!!!!!!!) going to be for you at all! It was for them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!