I remember seeing posts where women (and some men) were saying they envied that bucket. #IYKYK
This is fucked up

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Peer pressure brought me here from the bird.
This is fucked up
Paper coupons were another COVID casualty. Never recovered from lockdown.
Reported and blocked
There's also a 1980s TV miniseries adaptation with Jane Seymour that was really good.
My online girlfriend was so shocked by the Ukraine drone strike on the Russian data centre that she's been too upset to message me all day.
The Green Bay Packers Decimate The Bears at Lambeau!
You don't even understand the damage Zelensky did to Republicans midterm messaging by taking out that Russian bot farm.
Celebration of the Manifesto of October 17, 1905 (flipped), by Ilya Repin, 1906, 📸 by Chris Kim
Billy Joel releases “52nd Street”, his 6th studio album, 48 years ago today. “.. we were really leaning more into a jazzy style," he said, “and the studio was on 52nd Street .. So we decided, 'Well, hey, The Beatles could call an album Abbey Road, we can call an album 52nd Street.’” “Honesty”
I remember seeing posts where women (and some men) were saying they envied that bucket. #IYKYK
Oh baby no.... You gotta be mentally prepared for that show.
The first three seasons were on point. After that it got completely silly. But that's a Tom Fontana issue because the last couple of seasons of Homicide: Life on the Street were shite too. Man doesn't know how to close down a series properly.
Dang, Eagles....
Well it’s time for me to start seeing other people Jalen. I’m not saying you’re not my boyfriend but you just not in 1st place anymore.
Cam Little Kicks It Through For A Win In London!
I love my Fam, but I'm good with just seeing them on holidays. All their (self-inflicted) drama is incompatible with protecting my peace.
THIS!
"You don't need an ambulance, you need a mop." --Nightmare on Elm Street
Lane of Chestnut Trees at the Jas de Bouffan (1871) captures the family estate's tree-lined approach. These grounds became Cézanne's outdoor studio, a sheltered space where he could test ideas far from the pressures of the Paris art world.
Getting mine on Friday