Hello weary traveller, sit by me, the fire is so warm tonight. I have a story to tell you, one of caution. Long ago, in the decadant lands of 2013, I was a young lay, glossy eyed and full of hope, unknown to the shear terror and darkness of this world. I was traveling from JFK to Heathrow, as I had very important business with the queen to attend to. Me, being the old soul I am, I had though it was 1920s, and so put on a tag on my briefcase that said "Keep me with my owner UWU, im going to London! Nyan" (I was an UWUgirl at this time, I have since evolved, and would not like to talk about this particularly dark element of my past), and just for good measure added a picture of me trollfacing (it was 2013). When I arrived to Heathrow airport, I was waiting for my lagauge, when a tall, beafy, tatted, undemure, gentleman came up to me, and violently tapped more shoulder (it was more like an earthquake for me). He said "Hey, is this you?" and hands me the crumpled up, partially torned, and oddly shoe sole ridden tag with the message and picture. I, of course, said "yes that is." as, the evidence was undeniable, I was very much discernable. Right as I finished my sentence, the man pulls out a cricket bat (we were in Britain, btw), which he hits me over the head with, and I go cold immediately. When I woke up, I had no idea how long it had been since the incident (I had no concept of time at this... time), but it certainly was longer than a day (gut feeling). I was outside of my house, it was night time, and next to me was the battered remains of my briefcase. My roomate, Hatsune Miku, had came running out and said "Are you ok??" and my other roomate, Luigi Mangione, came outside, took one look at me, and just sighed. I hope you got something from this story. Many wise lessons can be learned with this one, choose one that speaks to your soul, and keep it with you, like that warm meal that you ate that one time.
I am absolutely moved by this story, it has brought tears to my eyes. I will make sure to tell this story to my future children
Me and my f1 girlies trying to break whatever second driver curse is on redbull so it skips Yuki
"stand on track and smile" but oscar keeps getting closer
Charles Leclerc you beautiful Monaco Mouse. I'd torch Maranello if it made you see the light. I'd fight that bald headed French guy if it made your aura brighter. I'd go to war with the Spanish if it made you happier. Platonically,of course. I am not Max Verstappen after all.
well. so far not so good
Yall stay safe im taking one for the team.
Total solar eclipse
oscar piastri the man that you are… could have dnf’ed like 5 others this race but was the only one to fight back, get his ass back on track, UNLAP HIMSELF and get points. unbelievable drive.
Two-bit: Uhm, are you kidding, my massive horsecock?
Dally: I mean, c’mon, dying kids? That’s so funny
Steve: Well shit me in the ass
Ponyboy: I THOUGHT IT SAID APPLESAUCE
Sodapop: Get on my fucking level you bitch
Johnny: How am I supposed to know if I like it
Darry: You are a BOSSY PANTS
I understand that, without my agreement, F1 has released a statement, claiming I am leading the world championship. This is wrong and I haven't become the championship leader. I will not be leading the championship going into Miami.
His polite cat energy has captivated me ꨄ˖ °