So my husband is taking a shit, and he has one of those moments. When you roll a natural 20 on perception, but there’s nothing to perceive. So instead, god burdens you with some kind of awful, terrible observation.
He stumbles out into the living room, pulling his pants up, and blurts:
ok let’s be fucking real here. Pennywise wouldn’t be sweet and cuddly. Pennywise isn’t gonna fuck you nicely. Penny is gonna bend you over, push your face into the mud, rip your clothes off and take what’s his. He’s hungry. He’s gonna take all that pent up frustration from dealing with kids to rail you… pound you until your eyeballs fall out of your fucking skull.
The final girl is a trope in horror films (particularly slasher films). It refers to the last woman alive to confront the killer, ostensibly the one left to tell the story. The character in question tends to follow a certain set of characteristics.
In life, the cell is the most efficient, functioning unit that carries out life processes with one another for our existence. Put about 10 trillion of these together and you get the most entitled, inefficient pieces of crap that do not know how to work together.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
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