Dear, tumblrs. If you have asked a question or commented on something of mine and I haven't responded, I am terribly sorry. My asks are backed up and I get at least 20-45 notifications at a time, some of which I hadn't noticed until this morning while eating my breakfast. It's a really fast pace to maintain between answering questions and running the factory.
Heh....so sorry.
Ok then here you go:
It's the cover of take me home, country roads by Kira Lise. She put that whole thing in a minor key. It's so sad but so beautiful and makes me longing for something I can't explain
Even though you were right about it not being my cup of tea, it is a very beautiful song.
I listened to this cover and then the original. I kind of prefer this version. It's more somber, puts you in a headspace that the original doesn't, in my opinion.
It's slave labor cause the oompa loompas were taken out of their country and now working for you, you know that right??
Of course not! Don't be ridiculous. It's only slave labor when you're taken forcefully and forced to work against your will for no wages. That goes against my code. The Oompa Loompas agreed to come work in the factory because they would be living in better conditions and would have their precious cocoa beans in trade for their work. It was a business agreement, which is the same as a verbal contract. How you could imply such a nonsensical accusation with so much confidence and very little knowledge is entirely beyond me.
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The shade you be throwing at Alice, Mike, and Augustus on here and the way you be responding to your dad in the comments be KILLING MEEEE LMFAO YALL FUNNY AF ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
And when mad hatter was yelling at you and Edward through your asks and you were like "oh..." I died. And Some girl said you get her wet and your dad said he hope they ain't a minor, please come get your dad. It's the chaos for me 💀💀💀
You know what they say, if you don't like my shade then step out of my shadow. That Alice is something, though. A drunk. Hmph.
As for my dad, unfortunately there isn't much I can do to deter his behavior.
Love youuu
Goodnight world.
Hey I noticed that you changed your clothes a lot on the golden ticket tour day. First you had the black coat outside then you took that off and had the burgundy jacket but after the contest you had on gold and black pajamas and slippers then when you was getting your shoes shined you had the black jacket with another black coat under it and then you changed back to the burgundy jacket when you had dinner with the buckets. Why did you change so much and how did your clothes magically switch at the end?
Well, I changed back into my lounging pajamas because the tour was over. And I wanted to be comfortable for my therapy session. I threw on a quick change of clothes once again to find Charlie and talk to him. I specifically changed my clothes so that he wouldn't recognize me or the big 'W' on my shoes. That's how I ended up in all black. So basically your question is how in the world did I end up wearing the burgundy coat again, right?
When we arrived back at the factory after visiting my dad, we were brainstorming new candy flavors and ideas. I leave most of my coats and shoes at the front corridor when I'm in a hurry (if the Oompa Loompas haven't taken them away) and I happened to change back into the attire from earlier right before going to the Buckets' house for dinner with Charlie. That's all. Just a quick change of wardrobe.
I wanna taste your lips 😘 I know you're sweet like sugarcane 💕💗
Silly girl, if you would like to taste me then you could simply just eat me, I am eatable after all. Though I'm afraid that isn't a bright idea, unless you'd like to speak with the local authorities.
Imagine being 30 & using tumblr 😬😬😬....
Read life of the party please
You said you would read a book for us but the original asker never said what book they wanted you to read.. so can you like leave some voice clips on my ask, it can even be quotes?
I would post more to further entrain you but I'm afraid there is a one video limit. Maybe I'll read a book in the near future, someone requested If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, haha! We'll see.
You don't have no business sharing pics of food I can't taste
Homemade dinner guaranteed to taste better than ya mama's cookin'!
Indian style chicken and vegetable tray bake; sweet potatoes, courgettes, peppers, onions, cauliflower and fennel to start, tossed in oil, cumin and turmeric. Chicken pieces marinated in garlic, ginger, garam masala, homemade smoked chilli sauce, and lime juice. Roasted for 45 minutes then added broccoli, chopped garlic and tomatoes. Finished off for another 15 minutes and then served with a few dollops of raita (yogurt, mint, cucumber and coriander). And to wash it down, Verdi Spumante white sparkling wine, imported from Italy.
Look at those beautiful, bright colors. Those crisp veggies. That succulent, tender chicken.
Who said I can't hold it down in the kitchen? No one? Oh, I thought so. Ha.
Are you and that cocoa bean girl dating?
My Cocoa Bean? Uh, no, we're just um...whatever you call it when two people enjoy each other's company. That.
What made you think we were-nevermind.