𝔄 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔰𝔢

I got my 1996 Renault Laguna up to 200km/h and it felt and sounded like the engine block was about to jump into the passenger cabin.

It’s giving

April – 1805.
Napoleon is master of Europe.
Only the British fleet stands before him.
Oceans are now battlefields.

Why in god’s name should you need therapy for writing about clay sculpting?!

I’ve had a coworker argue that he’s not a nazi, despite doing all the nazi shit and saying all the nazi stuff, because he does it only for the money.

It’s gonna be even more of a swamp.

The fuck is causal sex.