It alternates.

What does that mean to be on curated?

Oh my calendar has sex scheduled every Tuesday and anal on alternating Saturdays.

Mushroom, pepperoni, green peppers, onions and jalapeño.

He should rename the moon america.

Looks expensive.

Weird last time I was there there was a line.

Leaves are just tree feathers.

They’re smarmy little bastards and should stay on their own country with their igloos and pet meese.

One of my favorite albums.

That’s how they make calamari.

https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/lemmy-deep-lighthouse/

It’s self-explanatory.

You can spit in my mouth and my big mac honey.

I’m a buttereverything.

That’s why you can disable the windows from the drivers side.

I call it the fart switch.

Offer blowjobs without asking anything in return.

That’s a lot of butterface.

The deathbed confession of James Allen, a nineteenth-century highwayman in Massachusetts. He requested a copy of his printed memoirs be bound in his skin and gifted to John Fenno, a man who had resisted Allen’s attempt to rob him; it is the only known anthropodermic book bound with the consent of its source. Before being bequeathed to the Athenæum, Fenno’s copy was reportedly kept in the family home and used to spank his children.

Kinky.

This is the second worse tattoo I’ve seen.