

Monopoly Whenever I was growing up my mother would play Monopoly with me.We would choose our pieces. She would be the dog and I would be the thimble. The pieces would glide and skate around the board in a square pattern, trying to avoid landing on each others property, all while trying to gain property into our own possessions.Monopoly
It would aggravate me the way she would have to organize the thin, paper money before we even begun to play the game. How right in the middle of me acquiring Park Place she would have the need to go lie down, to j


Argyle and Coffee Stains Otacon was not one for mornings. Especially early Sunday mornings. He swiftly slammed down his analog alarm clock that was blaring an old upbeat 80s tune. He swung out of his lonesome, argyle king sized bed and heavily slammed his size 12 feet onto the floor. Size 12. Ordinary.Argyle and Coffee Stains
Being the ordinary man he was. He slugged down the stairs with his head down and his hair ruffled messily. His mind quickly reverted back to how Naomi would rumple his hair during passionate sex. Their hands and lips everywhere as she tugged and pulled on his messy, brown mop. Her bright smile ca
Me: "Probably...but would you eat it?"
Him: "If you wanted me to."
lol guess what they say isn't true.
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He collects air. He's got all these jars that are labeled to commemorate dates in history. Like the march on WA, the day the Mets won the Series.
So when those things happen he goes outside opens up a Mason Jar, scoops up some air, caps it and labels it.
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Why must artists starve for fame?
Just eat the other artists~!!
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He collects air. He's got all these jars that are labeled to commemorate dates in history. Like the march on WA, the day the Mets won the Series.
So when those things happen he goes outside opens up a Mason Jar, scoops up some air, caps it and labels it.
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He collects air. He's got all these jars that are labeled to commemorate dates in history. Like the march on WA, the day the Mets won the Series.
So when those things happen he goes outside opens up a Mason Jar, scoops up some air, caps it and labels it.
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"Roses are red
Violets are blue
In Soviet Russia
Poem writes you!"
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He collects air. He's got all these jars that are labeled to commemorate dates in history. Like the march on WA, the day the Mets won the Series.
So when those things happen he goes outside opens up a Mason Jar, scoops up some air, caps it and labels it.
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"Roses are red
Violets are blue
In Soviet Russia
Poem writes you!"
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