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Busty Shackleford
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Terror that flaps in the night. Feminist killjoy, recreational Baba Yaga, “hostile woman,” caffeine dependent kitchen hag, #UglyDog cis she/her
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The lion (panther) shall lie down with the lamb (potato), and there will be peace (détente) on earth (in my office) forever more (temporarily)
November 26, 2025 at 5:12 PM
It’s the holiday season.
November 26, 2025 at 5:06 PM
Never ask a man his salary, a woman her age, or me how much butter, sour cream, and cheese went into this
November 26, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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There's a pretty great Tumblr post about this:
November 26, 2025 at 2:53 AM
November 26, 2025 at 3:16 PM
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No. The Thing is a movie about a bunch of people who all distrust and hate each other trapped in one building as the tension between them slowly builds until it reaches a breaking point. It's a Thanksgiving movie.
November 25, 2025 at 6:04 PM
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🦐
November 26, 2025 at 1:41 PM
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Peter Thiel first encountering the concept of the Antichrist
November 24, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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Hey ma'am we talked it over and agreed to give you an ACAB waiver if you render the entire staff of The Blaze homeless
November 26, 2025 at 4:01 AM
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My microwave sings a little song when my Hot Pocket is done. Should it have the right to vote?
can’t fucking catch a breath

make it stop
November 25, 2025 at 8:44 PM
I’ll make the syrup for it tomorrow. I need to sit down
November 26, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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running for office and my entire platform is that men are no longer allowed to call women’s sporting events. all woman crews only, vote for keeks
November 26, 2025 at 2:47 AM
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hey
November 26, 2025 at 1:59 AM
If I’m going to fuck around making baklava rolls tomorrow after work I need to do the grunt work tonight
November 26, 2025 at 2:32 AM
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People always have such bad food opinions this time of year which say more about their inability to cook than the value or quality of whatever type of food
November 26, 2025 at 1:10 AM
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does anyone need an orange cats feed bsky.app/profile/did:...
November 21, 2025 at 4:27 AM
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food takes are what got jean valjean into trouble
November 25, 2025 at 10:20 PM
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Mr Smush looking for my last fuck
November 26, 2025 at 1:28 AM
Ballbusting is my love language and two of my most favorite clients that get it are here and I’m so happy. They don’t hold back. It’s great.
November 25, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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RFK and Olivia Nuzzi: We saw you from across the bar….

You: /fashions noose out of own belt
November 25, 2025 at 10:05 PM
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Follow artist Drake the ragtag crew of the freighter Trystero as they solve everyone else's goddamned problems. #scifi #scifibooks #cosmichorror #lgbtq

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November 25, 2025 at 9:16 PM
If the choice was between never getting laid again, and having sex with that sunburnt nutsack-skinned meatsuit full of fecal bacteria and anti-science bullshit, I’d glue my knees shut until the heat death of the sun. Archaeologists would find superglue residue and bones. Those women are unsavable.
The women drawn to RFK Jr. see an intoxicating cocktail of romance and danger—whether it's getting attacked by a yak or texting about taking metaphorical bullets for each other.

But to most others, Kennedy is a reckless conspiracy theorist whose appetite for danger will result in a sicker America.
The inexplicable sex appeal of RFK Jr.
How can such ferocious desire be attached to this man? Two memoirs by the women who love him offer some clues.
www.motherjones.com
November 25, 2025 at 8:15 PM
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Not me bursting into tears because the guy at the grocery store is buying 40 cans of Fancy Feast turkey and gravy for his feral cat rescue Thanksgiving dinner 🥹
November 25, 2025 at 6:53 PM
I think I know who the killer is in the book I’m listening to. Because they used the phrase “pitching a tent” when monologuing in a morgue about “boner” meds.

I was honestly unprepared for how sad and funny this has been, with all the main characters being residents of a senior living community.
November 25, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Anything going down a few nickels doesn’t exactly balance out the rest of it
November 25, 2025 at 6:55 PM