sometimes i remember the saddest picture ive ever taken, which was when my frat’s 4-foot tall custom-made 30-year-old bong was accidentally broken by our house president because he was on 4 different hallucinogens and a handle of smores vodka. rip king
squatting on the arm of a couch in a stance we referred to as “gargoyling the bong”
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2. you literally have to take a shower with the bong
sometimes we called it Napoleon around people who hadn’t seen it before so they expected it to be short and then when they saw it and were surprised we’d be like “what? it’s the same height as Napoleon”
Drinks a bunch of vodka and kills Napoleon? Was this your roommate???
If I were not myself, but the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth, and if I were free- I would get down on my knees this minute and ask you for your hand and for your love. ☄️ #NatashaPierre #GreatComet #1812 #Pierre #Natasha #Oak #Denee #Broadway #Theatre #NewYork (at The Great Comet)
Verona continuing following along behind Pierre the valet down a long hallway with stone floors. She was silent, the only sound being the click-clack of her wooden soled mules against the floor. As she walked, she thought to herself “Here I am. A successful media personality whose show is seen by upwards of a million people every week, following - naked save for the leather collar and bracelets on my wrists and ankles -behind this middle-aged peasant. Why am I doing it? I have said that I wanted to do a video biography of life as a sex slave, to delve into the psychology of those women who give up their freedom to prove their love for their men. To indeed become slaves to them. I’m doing it to research the reasons they do, much like a scientist would do research to discover why an animal does the things it does. At least that is what I told my bosses at Arte Television, and what I told myself originally. But, did I lie? Perhaps a little, because to tell the truth I was curious on a more personal level. Ever since I first came here several years ago and interviewed those two women who voluntarily came here, especially the one who consented to having her sex pierced and her buttocks branded with her lover’s initial, I have been fascinated by the thought of why a woman would do this…”
Verona’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Pierre’s voice saying, ‘Just what do we have here?” Verona looked up and saw her camera man Jacques and Frida, the junior producer who was taking Verona’s regular producer (and lover) Mathilde’s place due to Mathilde’s recovery from Covid, standing in front of a locked door. Frida, her platinum blonde hair done up in a bun, was holding both a tape recorder and notebook in her hands. Verona noticed the look of – what? Suprise? Shock? Bewilderment? - on the face of the young woman. She thought, “They have never seen me when I was unclothed. Usually dressed for my show, ’Discovery with Verona,’ or perhaps casually for rehearsals, but certainly never naked.”
Pierre said, “Who are you? And why are you here?”
Frida quickly said, “I’m the producer for Verona’s television show, and this is Jacques her camera man. Anne Marie said it would be okay for us to get Verona’s thoughts about her first night here.”
Pierre scowled. “I’m to see her to bed. I’m supposed to chain her to her bed just as if she were any other slave here at Roissy.”
Now another voice spoke. It was Anne Marie who appeared from around a corner. “It’s okay, Pierre. I told Frida that she might have a little time to capture Verona’s thoughts. Now, unlock the door and let them have five minutes to interview and film her. Then you may proceed as usual.”
Pierre replied, “Yes, ma'am,” and unlocked the door to the small, cell like room where Verona would sleep during her stay at Roissy.
seeing posts about stardew valley is so funny because everyone fucking HATES one of the townsfolk and it’s never the same one. in the tags tell me the townsfolk you detest
