
lildol
@lildol
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Posted by sorti-fantastic poney
Hahaha, thank you, and you can sponsor my new time of the line product.
\"All i have to do is sweat in the bottle\'s, and you\'ll be smelling beautifully like me.\" 😄










Posted by BeetleguesePosted by venusianbull
Oh Wise and Powahful Scorpion, whatever could you possibly mean? *brow raised*
Don't play coy, it's not the bull's way...I happen to know for fact that you've got the manual on your nightstand🙂click to expand

















Posted by BeetleguesePosted by venusianbull
*haughty sniff* Please. I require high thread count. The bed of nails in your torture chamber would be entirely too uncomfortable for my fine self. Now, can you please remove Cerberus, he's so tiresome when he makes water on my finely polished floor.
There's only one person that get's the alarm code, so Cerberus will be staying put, and you'll sleep where I tell you to and you'll like it.click to expand


Posted by Beetleguese
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard Lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chaf?d with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field
And heaven's arrtilery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in pitch?d battle heard
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?"

Posted by BeetleguesePosted by venusianbullPosted by Beetleguese
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard Lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chaf?d with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field
And heaven's arrtilery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in pitch?d battle heard
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?"
No shame but mine. I must, forsooth, be forced
To give my hand, opposed against my heart
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure.
There's small choice in rotten applesclick to expand
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I'm partial to earthy scents like sandalwood and other warm scents. Don't care for much for flowery or perfumy scents...