iamfullofgunpowder

[iamfullofgunpowder]

[iamfullofgunpowder]

existed

@disabledfrog's greatest sin was existence.

[iamfullofgunpowder]

@disabledfrog's greatest sin was existence.

[iamfullofgunpowder]

as a man who has always wanted to be 7 feet tall with orange rocks for skin I was extremely disappointed when I found out the Marvel Rivals unrealistic body standards discourse was not about The Thing

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i know you're having a mental breakdown and all but I'm trying to watch the Grown Ups 2 final fight on youtube can you please stop

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only three more weeks until I destroy

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What’s he that wishes so? My cousin @jmirebruh? No, my fair cousin: If we are mark’d to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, @jmirebruh, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man’s company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’ Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’ Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he’ll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names. Familiar in his mouth as household words @iamfullofgunpowder the king, @disabledfrog and @feeblepeon, @evilestkitty and @sorrenmyass, @danimodo and @eri5hark, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember’d; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

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idc the time or place

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call my penis the political spectrum the way it leans to the left

[iamfullofgunpowder]

saw something like this the other day

[iamfullofgunpowder]

*in smosh voice* SHUT UP!

I brought us some toys to play with but we will have to share

🧸 🪀 🪁 🧶 🚗

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twink betrayed me

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I rebuke these lies

@iamfullofgunpowder hates me for being a little kitty cat

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don't project?

had a dream of nothing but fistfighting and constant violence and cigarette burns and woke up in my comfy bed and I want to go back

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takes one to know one

had a dream of nothing but fistfighting and constant violence and cigarette burns and woke up in my comfy bed and I want to go back

[iamfullofgunpowder]

had a dream of nothing but fistfighting and constant violence and cigarette burns and woke up in my comfy bed and I want to go back