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I have recently received inquiries about my personal collection of Mario merchandise. Below is a photo of all Mario merchandise I own. It is a single officially licensed 2011 keychain of a Wallop enemy from Super Mario 3D Land, which is of great sentimental value to me.
Wife rolls me up in a blanket burrito: cozy 😳
Wife starts clipping my nails and I’m unable to bite and scratch her because the burrito is too tight: Hol up 🤨
me: papa i am going to have a mock interview do not disturb
dady: ok
5 minutes later
dadther: *in a sultry feminine voice* honey come back to bed. lets smoke weed
(Listening to a German band from the 70s play the most frightening thing imaginable over and over again for 15 minutes) why dO women listen to Phoebe Bridges and not this stuff