just whatever radishes were available. perhaps should have been working on my soup skills.
just whatever radishes were available. perhaps should have been working on my soup skills.
when i was a much younger moron, but not less or more of a moron, i tried to fry thin slices of radishes and apples together. that was not dumber than this picture of fresh radish slices on a biscuit. imagine what the Brits will think you’ve done to their cookies.
do you feel the “home for female advocacy” belongs somewhere on a political spectrum?
alright, i guess. i don’t entirely disagree, though I did feel like I was reading a MGTOW post with some words swapped out.
Your phrase; “The natural home for male advocacy” [is x on the political spectrum] is a strange phrase, and familiar, and formulaic.
Try humanism, and love
sure but one of them funded the cloning of a wild mastodon, which will be introduced to the cage when they are both sitting in their corners, furiously masturbating or typing on their phones, not sure which