Gork@lemm.ee to Lemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world · 1 year agoBroccoli, cheese, and MILFsfiles.catbox.moeimagemessage-square170linkfedilinkarrow-up11.16Karrow-down113
arrow-up11.15Karrow-down1imageBroccoli, cheese, and MILFsfiles.catbox.moeGork@lemm.ee to Lemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world · 1 year agomessage-square170linkfedilink
minus-squareSippy Cup@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up38·1 year agoWhat happens at the farmers market stays at the farmers market
minus-squarekrashmo@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up17·1 year agoI’m not kink shaming but if you fuck the broccoli you better not leave it at the farmers market. You take that shit home with you afterwards.
minus-squareIndiBrony@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up7·1 year agoYou’re damn right. Broccoli mates for life, not just for Christmas.
minus-squareRizzRustbolt@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up16·1 year agoNever was a statement more false than this one.
minus-squareSippy Cup@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up9·1 year agoYour statement creates a paradox. You must sacrifice a partition to Windows or risk Steve Jobs visiting you in the night.
minus-squareDUMBASS@leminal.spacelinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up2·1 year agoI’d rather risk Steve jobs visiting me in the night, much safer option.
What happens at the farmers market stays at the farmers market
I’m not kink shaming but if you fuck the broccoli you better not leave it at the farmers market. You take that shit home with you afterwards.
You’re damn right. Broccoli mates for life, not just for Christmas.
Never was a statement more false than this one.
Your statement creates a paradox. You must sacrifice a partition to Windows or risk Steve Jobs visiting you in the night.
I’d rather risk Steve jobs visiting me in the night, much safer option.