Obama has already won the war. Now is the time for patience as everyone else realizes.

The Orange Cream Coke is pretty good.

But if it comes down to that or Cherry-Vanilla, the orange gets the noose. I’m a slut for cherry-vanilla.

He’s sad, for he knows his fate.

We’ll find out in Kingdom Hearts Ultimix Collection Vol 3, where what work was done will be stitched together into a 6-hour long movie.

Now? That shits been around in the kink community, down to having kennel recommendations for your pup, if you both swing that far.

I feel like this should be common sense, but goddamn does it come up often as fuck. If you’re going to a built-in bakery, like in a grocery store or Starbucks little bakery display, we don’t fully make 90% of that shit. It comes in pre-made. The shit we do put in the oven is mostly to warm it or just finish it off.

We most likely don’t even have the box to tell you exactly when the supplier baked it. We sell them that quickly. We just slap icing on.

We have to put out so much product in a day, on such tight timing, that if we had to mix and bake our own cakes and bread, we’d be constantly out. That is part of why our shit is cheaper than a high-end independent establishment.

Haha, yeah, the fact that I played almost exclusively women and my few masculine characters still often had more feminine features and mannerisms was totally just to challenge myself. Never a subconscious exploration of my deepest desires.

Says the now VERY out and proud about it transwoman.

Is this the step before or after being the age to want things to change, but old enough to be jaded?

I view it like the “discomforting uncle versus outright hateful aunt”. I still really don’t want to support him, but equally, fuck her, she’s out here on the fucking daily with her shit.

Plus, at this point, telling someone to pirate anything Rowling is like telling someone to breathe. You’re either doing it, or okay with the outcome of your actions.

Eh, it’s kinda down to personal perspective. In mine, absolutely a reasonable way to handle things if you love the art, but don’t feel morally comfortable supporting the artist.

I recommend people pirate Enders Game, because fuck Orson Scott Card.

I feel like it makes sense for the planned market, but not outside of it. MMOs are generally more popular in China, from what I’ve seen.

Soot sprites on the Ice levels in the mines. Even better if you can find a loot doubler ring.

Just keep swinging away. You’ll get your coal. You’ll get all you could ever need. The dust will never wash away. You will always see the black stains, hear the feeble cries…

Some people find the experience of sticking things in their urethra highly stimulating. Some of those people get tired of the typical thin rod, and need something… More.

I’ve always been more curious as to who figured this out first. Someone had to be the first to scratch the inside of their dick with a stick to awaken a whole new itch, and I find that just slightly terrifying.

Passing Through by Kaden MacKay.

It came on while I was driving, struggling through feeling like I just didn’t have enough time. Trying to work up the cash to get to a better place, feeling stuck in a dead-end job that I’ve lost what little passion I had for, not really many opportunities to get something better in my area.

Trying to work through my own identity, feeling how much of who I have been was something built on the things pushed onto me, feeling like I’ve missed so much of my own life being buried within a shell that was just starting to open. Trying to open it more, knowing I had to face the risks because staying inside was killing me.

Feeling like I was behind, running towards something I could never catch. I had to pull over because I had started crying. I was doing all this, making myself feel worse, and never taking that chance to just be. To be comfortable in my skin, to be who I really am, to let the time pass through and just smile, even for a little while.

They generally have them on the containment units, and if they’re used elsewhere, on the pipes/machines carrying/using the chemicals.

Now, if they’ve been properly replaced since installation is a completely different question. I’ve seen far too many faded/shredded diamonds on the sides of things.

With tea I normally stick to green teas, mint or lemon, sometimes a little sugar just for a bit of sweetness. More something to help me relax.

Coffee depends. If I’m making it myself, it’s coming out as road tar and gets a couple spoonfuls of sugar. If I’m out ordering at a cafe or something, I normally grab a hot Mocha.

When I prayed for Jesus to be packin’, this is not what I meant.

Oh well, least I still have Mohammed. Maybe Buddha, too.

That’s the bad(and good) part with my lot. So damn intelligent and persistent, they figure out a way.

I’ve been tempted to move to child locks, but I’m half scared that by the time they’ve fully grown, they’ll have figured out how to manipulate those. I know at least one has figured out how to unzip my backpack, flush the toilet, and turn on faucets. She’s almost gotten down how to turn doorknobs by dangling.

“Who found a new way into the trash?”

Doesn’t matter what I do, someone is finding a way in there to see if there’s anything left in a food can.

Damn, that’s been the problem.

I’ve been taking whichever fork Saria’s Song was coming from.