My Kings Helping To Keep The Threat Away

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👏 shrimps 👏 are 👏 made 👏 of 👏 shrimp

whats some fun activities to do while laying down in bed

what's wrong babe you're barely anything

i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote 'they seem comfy in there.' i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)

this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today

oh i love thhat game. wait

areyou fucking kidding me she won. what is she evn doing here

blood bood blood death blood destruction violence violence blood

new sport coming

basebrawl

the rammies. the repurcussy

i love when i'm in the car at night and i look out the window and the moon is following me. it's so romantic. we've been doing this since i was a child

just your wait for my famous sinister stew to finish boy youre in for a treat