Practical austentation is the mark of true class.
I can neither confirm, nor deny that I am in fact D̵̡̮̻̗̖̮͔̜͈̙͖͙͍̺̀̒̍̌̑͐̓͡å̴̲͍̋̉́̀̑͊̎̐̊͡l̴̟̭̳̄̅̕͝͠͝ȩ̸͚̼̘̫̺̻̬̻̮͖̣̬̖̠̗̎̌ ̵̯͕͛́͋͌̀͝͠ͅͅG̷̛͈̩̟̟̠͓̗̘͓͍̽̒̌̔̓̈͗̐̈̿͠͠r̷̘̞̹͂̀̑̋̀͌̍͗̆͝͠͝ͅi̶̡͔͖͍̟̲̮͑̎͌̀̎b̵̡̢̹̗͔̗͍̘̣͊͊̑͒̍̑͌̽͋͌̔͝͝b̷̭̩̩̣͙̺͎̱̗͙͚̩̈́l̸̛͎̼̟̋͆͆͗̓̓̓͘͟ĺ̶̼͇͎̫̮͎̣̳͉̯̊̆̂̓̄̍̃̚e̶̢̡̛̫̣͈̺̾̅͐̾̓͒̚ͅ.̴̫̞̥̒̈̇̓́̾͗̒́̉̔͑
Practical austentation is the mark of true class.
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That would be El Señor Archmagos, a ustedes.
Alabado sea el Omnissiah, etc.
People who bark about diurnal superiority are losers.
No, fuck you.
For ghouls, maybe.
Cries in Elder Millennial
My favorite Cthulhu aphorism related to the mythos was:
No lives matter, and that’s a fact.
I will hunt you for sport.
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We did evolve grandmother’s.
Grandmother’s what? What’s implied by the “'s” after “grandmother”?
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Unpopular opinion: it’s an annoying song, from an overrated band, centered around to 2 egotistical alcoholic douchebag brothers. The atrocious timbre of the lead voice makes me feel as if I’m listening to someone chew on aluminum/aluminium foil.
I am 41. I hated this song and this band back then, and I hate them now, even more, which I find surprising that it’s possible to do so.
Your mom is clearly wrong.
Lemur-lookin’-ass. What a dipshit. His band sucks too.
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Bitch-made, in the literal sense, as in “of ill birth from a mangy female dog”.
I have heard it used in common street language where I’m from from both men and women, gay and straight.
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Just hate levity, huh.