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Anonymous >> #9459665
Posted on 2022-06-02 07:59:24 Score: 35 (vote Up) ( Report comment )
i am emmet and i disapprove of this
Anonymous >> #9468898
Posted on 2022-06-03 00:13:13 Score: 51 (vote Up) ( Report comment )
why did my friend send me this post captioned with "hey babes wake up new ingo porn just dropped"
Anonymous >> #9485217
Posted on 2022-06-04 04:20:08 Score: 29 (vote Up) ( Report comment )
they're just being a good friend and showing they care about you, 9468898
Weeb2002 >> #9610718
Posted on 2022-06-12 13:52:38 Score: 5 (vote Up) ( Report comment )
Best ride pokemon
Anonymous >> #9639220
Posted on 2022-06-14 08:23:35 Score: 10 (vote Up) ( Report comment )
To be, or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,And by opposing end them: to die, to sleepNo more; and by a sleep, to say we endThe heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocksThat Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummationDevoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub,For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause. There's the respectThat makes Calamity of so long life:For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,The pangs of dispised Love, the Laws delay,The insolence of Office, and the spurnsThat patient merit of th'unworthy takes,When he himself might his Quietus makeWith a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear, [F: these Fardels]To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscovered country, from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the will,And makes us rather bear those ills we have,Than fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,And thus the native hue of ResolutionIs sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F: pith]With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F: away]And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy OrisonsBe all my sins remember'd.
Anonymous >> #9639238
Posted on 2022-06-14 08:24:58 Score: 18 (vote Up) ( Report comment )
Shit forgot to add spacing after copy and pasting from Wikipedia
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