by Viscount Druitt February 17, 2023
A really big fat green fish that died and we flushed it down the toilet. Krabby Patty was happy that he died...He probably killed him..we don't know yet, the case is still being reviewed.
by Krabibi Patiti December 29, 2017
If a person is found unconscious, with a ligature around their neck, phone in hand, browsing a site with abundant teen pornography such as TikTok, they can be said to be taking part in an online challenge.
Can be used more generally to describe viewing TikTok pornography even without autoerotic asphyxiation.
Can be used more generally to describe viewing TikTok pornography even without autoerotic asphyxiation.
"What are you up to tonight?"
"Well my mum is working again so I'm going to give taking part in an online challenge a try"
"Well my mum is working again so I'm going to give taking part in an online challenge a try"
by BushTuckerMan August 08, 2022
If a person is found unconscious, with a ligature around their neck, phone in hand, browsing a site with abundant teen pornography such as TikTok, they can be said to be taking part in an online challenge.
Can be used more generally to describe viewing TikTok pornography even without autoerotic asphyxiation.
Can be used more generally to describe viewing TikTok pornography even without autoerotic asphyxiation.
"What are you up to tonight?"
"Well my mum is working again so I'm going to give taking part in an online challenge a try"
"Well my mum is working again so I'm going to give taking part in an online challenge a try"
by BushTuckerMan August 08, 2022
Alone together on a Saturday or Sunday night, during a quiet moment by the pool, we may have shared a pancake dinner together, or practiced ordering another pancake dinner that would actually never come -- from Denny's, if Denny's existed back then, or from our favorite seedy restaurant in Reseda or Van Nuys.
We may have waited for our perfect pancake dinner for hours, may have watched capitalism's slow, factory corruption in slow motion, and may have made promises of love and loyalty to each other so severe that here we are again, in the next life, enjoying pancake dinner together again. 🥞
Pancake dinner, big brother. Don't worry -- little brother is on the way to save the day. Tonight, tomorrow, and always.
(if you like this writing style, you're going to love the book of bisexual men's short stories, The Stories of John Cheever, when that part of your 39th birthday present arrives late ^_^)
We may have waited for our perfect pancake dinner for hours, may have watched capitalism's slow, factory corruption in slow motion, and may have made promises of love and loyalty to each other so severe that here we are again, in the next life, enjoying pancake dinner together again. 🥞
Pancake dinner, big brother. Don't worry -- little brother is on the way to save the day. Tonight, tomorrow, and always.
(if you like this writing style, you're going to love the book of bisexual men's short stories, The Stories of John Cheever, when that part of your 39th birthday present arrives late ^_^)
Pancake dinner part 3. CHONCHLATE CHIP PANCAKES, two eggs, poached, on wheat bread (toast), chonchlate milkshake, and a soda, Pepsi or Coke, should be no more than z16s.
by t_hags December 06, 2024
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold. In the bustling town of Aetheria, nestled between jagged mountains and endless forests, a young girl named Kaede stood atop the clocktower, her silver hair catching the last rays of daylight. She clutched a peculiar artifact—a glowing crystal orb—close to her chest, its faint hum resonating with her heartbeat.
Kaede wasn’t just any ordinary girl. She was an Echo, one of the few individuals capable of hearing the whispers of the Forgotten Realm—a parallel dimension said to hold the secrets of the universe. But being an Echo came with a price. The whispers were growing louder, more insistent, and Kaede knew she couldn’t ignore them any longer.
“Kaede!” a voice called from below. It was Ren, her childhood friend and the town’s self-proclaimed protector. His fiery red scarf fluttered in the evening breeze as he climbed the tower with surprising agility. “You’re not planning to sneak off again, are you?”
Kaede smiled faintly. “You know me too well, Ren.”
Ren reached the top, slightly out of breath. “If you’re going to chase after those whispers, at least let me come with you. You’re not facing whatever’s out there alone.”
Before Kaede could respond, the crystal orb pulsed with a blinding light. A rift tore open in the air before them, revealing a swirling vortex of shadows and light. From within the rift, a figure emerged—a cloaked being with eyes like molten gold.
Kaede wasn’t just any ordinary girl. She was an Echo, one of the few individuals capable of hearing the whispers of the Forgotten Realm—a parallel dimension said to hold the secrets of the universe. But being an Echo came with a price. The whispers were growing louder, more insistent, and Kaede knew she couldn’t ignore them any longer.
“Kaede!” a voice called from below. It was Ren, her childhood friend and the town’s self-proclaimed protector. His fiery red scarf fluttered in the evening breeze as he climbed the tower with surprising agility. “You’re not planning to sneak off again, are you?”
Kaede smiled faintly. “You know me too well, Ren.”
Ren reached the top, slightly out of breath. “If you’re going to chase after those whispers, at least let me come with you. You’re not facing whatever’s out there alone.”
Before Kaede could respond, the crystal orb pulsed with a blinding light. A rift tore open in the air before them, revealing a swirling vortex of shadows and light. From within the rift, a figure emerged—a cloaked being with eyes like molten gold.
Story: Echoes of the Forgotten Realm Part 1
by AkutoSai April 17, 2025