Then this young guy comes a-ringing, my most slothful feast he's bringing,
For the grim and grave travails of the kitchen do I shirk,
“With a pie of cheeses shredded, thou,” I said, “bring sticks a-breaded,
Slices plenty, sausage sizzling, carried with a knowing smirk—
Let me tip you with a tenner so I don't seem like a jerk!”
Quoth the pizza man,
@remulacfrommars someone wrote to the Dear Prudence column a while ago saying, "my husband is an ICE agent and suddenly my friends don't want to be friends with us anymore, how do I make them see that he's really a good guy," and Prudence was like, "oh, see, your husband is a fascist actually, your friends are right to shun you"
@swampwitch69 i don't know if i'v3 told this story on here before or not, but i didn't learn to crawl until very late because i would just hold onto my dog's tail as a small child and then she would walk around the house and i would let go when i got where i wanted
mostly trying not to fall over
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