Sweeney Todd

[Sweeney Todd @DiegoChwan]

Koba te amo

[Sweeney Todd @DiegoChwan]

@scully1888 Este y el snail mail se me quedaron pegadisimos en la memoria

[𝓚 @ifuliedownhere]

Men reclining in the laps of their women.

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@faacu_oliva Amigo 2 años en la jaula o hasta q tu vieja se pase un mapa de kz sin checkpoint

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@porquetendencia @JMilei SE CREE ESTE EL PELOTUDO

[🐆 @catpspspsowl]

Yeah I started smoking very young

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@maxiduranti @Babiicho Creo que ya se dijo que el entretiempo de la final va a durar 30 minutos kjjj imagínate eso

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@gat1_z @valentinperezg6 @Shadoune666 Claro que se jodan los demas total se murieron por querer ayudar a todos y no solo a sí mismos

[Marciano @humarcianoo]

Não há possibilidade alguma de eu trabalhar até os 65 anos. Eu nem sei se vou aguentar até às 17h de hoje.

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@Gab0Ces @MitakaEdwardVz La sensacion cuando usabas el nitro era genial

[fishious @fishquichee]

The elephant has developed a sense of belonging in the room

[Perry ♉︎ Macadelic @nadiaetc_]

la gente usa cada vez menos lengua para besar y es triste porque le sacan la sensualidad y el erotismo a algo tan importante como el beso la gente ya no sabe besar y eso es todo lo que tengo para decir sobre eso

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@AsteriumSa52439 @damalefer @budapest1185 @lcyl20tw Nunca me detuvo, cada vez que mi vieja hace empanadas me clavo no menos de 9

[Moongazer @joeybeastmarket]

once per month i allow myself to enter into an alternate personality i refer to as “the monkey” in which i give in to all of my ape brain desires without personal judgment or fear of consequence. often this ends with me going to mcdonalds and eating a 20 piece nugget and 2 big macs in my car in the parking lot but on particularly autistic occasions i tend to freestyle.

tonight was one of my “monkey nights” and my biological requirement for subway was irresistible. i drove 45 minutes out of town as i knew my behavior would be unacceptable.

it was here i made my move. the sandwich artist had never been through an employee training module to prepare him for this terror.

entering the establishment, i initially confirmed that i was the only patron. i then approached the counter, my eyes glazed over.

i did not speak. i did not make any facial expressions. i simply pointed at each item that i desired. the sandwich artist did not understand.

i point to the bread. he approaches it. “this one sir?”

i flick my wrist slightly to the left. i have clearly indicated an italian footlong. i hold my pose, continuing to point at the bread until he correctly identifies it.

he brings the bread to the condiments. I point again. he hesitates. his arm lurches forward, then just as quickly returns, guarded to his chest.

he is on the defensive. i have not blinked nor spoken a single word. “what meat would you like tonight?”

his training has overridden his fight or flight instinct. i point to the beef. his hand hovers over it. he reaches in and grabs his first handful. i continue to point. he places the handful on the bread. i continue to point. his arm reaches back to the meat in its tin container.

“you want double?” i can hear the fear in his voice. i point at the meat. he grabs the meat and places it again upon the sandwich.

i point next to the cheese. he moves to the cheese. he does not ask which cheese. he belongs to me now. his hand maneuvers over the swiss. well done.

i point next to the onions. he looks at me for a moment. a pregnant pause. he seems to want to speak. but he doesn’t. he is the monkey now with me. he grabs the onions.

i lower my hand. he waits motionless. i lift my other arm and point to the oven. i betray nothing with my stare. my posture is strong. my deltoid is flexed effortlessly to extend my arm, merely a vessel to communicate what my brain so desires.

he understands me explicitly. he moves to the oven. i move two steps to the right, down the assembly line. there is nobody else in this store. he is aware of the danger he faces.

i continue to point at my desired toppings. upon completion of the sandwich, there is tension in the air. irrelevant to my desires. i approach the cash register. i then double back to the beginning of the line. i point at the sugar cookie. he approaches the cookies.

he grasps the chocolate chip cookie. in an instant, i have transformed my pointing hand into a thumbs down. he gasps. he drops the cookie as if it were molten rock. i walk calmly back to the register.

i pay $25 for a sandwich and a cookie. i leave no tip.

i leave the store in silence and drive home listening to ben folds five. it is only after fully ingesting the sandwich that i realize i pointed silently at my doorman instead of greeting him upon entering my apartment. i lock my doors and play kingdom come deliverance 2 while wearing silk underwear

[Jokki | ジョッキ @jokkij0kki]

me deprime la noche,
me da pereza el día

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Por suerte

[agusnú @agusnucera]

qué escándalo, Villa Lugano. no hay otro como vos ❤️

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@ju4nferrari SON RE ASESINOS LOS DE LA ISQUIERDA AMIGOOOO