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Haunted Objects Podcast Season 2 has begun! In the season two premiere, a possessed tarot deck terrifies television viewers, but the devil’s in the details. Plus, we give YOU a reading with the haunted deck, Dana reveals her secret tarot techniques, Greg embraces chaos, Connor learns about computers, and Keelin swears she knows what a shopping mall is. Shuffle the deck and hope for the best, because it's time to seal your fate with the Devil's Deck!
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hello this is my application for use of the acronym "hp" i think weve all decided the previous occupant no longer qualifies so may i have it for my story which also begins with the letters h and p? thank you
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saki kurokoma is a bitch-ass motherfucker and REST ASSURED that if I were not busy this evening I would dedicate the rest of my day to smashing her stupid cowboy face into the pavement
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happy birthday to Dallas "fuck the police" Winston!
get me a tall glass of dal and tim bickering over how tim is older by 2 days
I changed this a little bit and I hope you don't mind-
“Can you two just shut up?”
The two boys, freshly seventeen, tear their eyes from the dartboard and back to the bar. Sylvia sits on her stool, denim-covered legs crossed at the ankles, running one finger around the rim of her glass. Dark brown eyes are narrowed into slits, lips curled into an annoyed snarl.
Dallas is the first to abandon his spot, casting the dart he was prepared to throw on a table as he passes. Sylvia rolls her eyes as her boyfriend draws nearer, shrugging the hand he lays on her shoulder off. He just buffs, and tries again. “What's the matter, doll, s’it past your bedtime?”
“Put a cork in it,” she glares, “you were sixteen less than a day ago-,” her eyes flicker over as Tim treads across the floor, hands in his pockets and a lazy grin on his face, “-And you were sixteen three days ago!”
“But we’re seventeen now,” Tim counters quickly. Sylvia’s cheeks flush a pale red at his words while Dallas carefully tucks her hair behind her ear. “We better get you home, too,” he drawls on, “a shady bar like this at night? No place for a kid like you.”
Sylvia’s cousin, Buck Merrill, laughs from behind the bar when she’s pulled out of her seat. “Damn good thing we found you,” Dallas jokes, slipping an arm around the girl’s wiast, “two respectable seventeen-year-olds-,”
“Fuck you,” Sylvia hisses.
Dallas laughs. “Hey, missy, dial it back. If you apologize, m’sure we can get you a juice box n’ some animal craxkers before we take you home.”
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two bit hcs please
- he’s a bottomless pit, especially when it comes to any sort of cake or pie
- his writing and vocabulary are a little below average but he’s actually pretty good at solving logic puzzles
- he likes oranges <3
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https://www.permanentstyle.com/2023/05/the-state-of-independent-menswear-in-the-uk.html
The state of independent menswear in the UK
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By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, journalism keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.
—Oscar Wilde
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found another example of a word w two directly competing definitions. trying to find the beauty in this phenomenon but struggling
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