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hello! i am crumb cat!
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most mokou to ever mokou
i dont know what to caption this one
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What’s Up, People!? – Maximum the Hormone – Death Note Opening
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Pervert, n. from the name of the 3rd-century martyr Saint Pervert (also Perversus, Pervertidus). According to Matthew Thumprodde’s Lyfe of the Blyssfull Saynte Pervertydis, Saint Pervert led an orgiastic life of omnivorous sexuality. His alleged miracles included the healing of vaginismus and venereal disease, a preternatural power to arouse others, and a “glorious bubble butt”. He was reportedly arrested by Roman soldiers while performing an indescribable sexual act, and at his execution, his penis was removed and fried in oil. For this reason, his symbols are the phallus and the pan of oil. He is the patron saint of all who are known, after him, as perverts.
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i'm going to become a false false prophet. my powers are real i just lie for fun.
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I can only guess this is marketed to lonely lesbians, there were a couple ones of the same brand w/o a girl on them too.
I dunno, maybe Yuri is a female name in China where this glove was from. The closest name to that here is Yuriy(both y's like in yogurt) which is a pretty common male name. Overwhelming majority of female names(and just female words in general) end in an "a" sound.
Do you want to see something bizarre.

Winnie and Piglet in your pussy.
horrific
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ig they might be too big for 15- so they put a warning just in case????
Anyway just realized I never posted this

yuri glove....
Do you want to see something bizarre.

Winnie and Piglet in your pussy.
horrific
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Do you want to see something bizarre.

Winnie and Piglet in your pussy.
horrific
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i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.
the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also
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My Reimu oil painting and the sun ⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊
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"Spider Lily" - oil on canvas
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