Baby I'm bad news.
Ladies and gentlemen….a spring-loaded dick in a box from the 1800s. It made for a great gift
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What sort of monster would do such a thing?
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mom i dont wanna go to school i dont feel good
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So I made the thing.
There’s lots of mistakes (so don’t look too closely) but I’m currently okay with it. This is after like a week of hating it, me and everything. It’s actually made me like 4 kinds of stressed so maybe I get to look forward to being chill for a while =]
Seriously contemplating going over Wall-e again. He just seems a little thin in his stitches (and there’s a row or two that’s going the wrong way. I was being so careful!!!)
But yea, I’m good.
Just maybe work on smaller pieces for a while.
I always loved the paopu fruit. Better than any BFF necklace combo, cause you getta eat it.
Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys.
My name is Sam.
"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."