Diddlydee

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[–] [email protected] 2 points 2 weeks ago

Isn't the steepest road in the UK beside Harlech castle in North Wales, Ffordd Penllech? I recall it was in the Guinness Book of World Records. Walked up it half a dozen years ago. Lactic acid was wild.

[–] [email protected] 4 points 2 weeks ago

That looks marvellously terrible.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 2 weeks ago (2 children)

Yeah, but I think that's the wrong way to approach it. I don't think I've ever downloaded a game where the ad had someone playing like a moron. Maybe that's just me.

[–] [email protected] 10 points 2 weeks ago (1 children)

Don't forget the great warriors Ventricles, Follicles, and Popsicles, and their adorable canine companion, Cuticles.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 2 weeks ago

Either Michael Myers or my ghillie suit.

[–] [email protected] 16 points 2 weeks ago (2 children)

Nice enough, but I would've followed the stairs along the bottom shelf so it sits flush.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 2 weeks ago (1 children)

Depends how you define close.

[–] [email protected] 15 points 2 weeks ago

How does it baffle anyone? A dog can jump, and the blocks are only about 3 ft in height. It's basically large stairs.

[–] [email protected] 13 points 3 weeks ago (1 children)

What if this was just a high scoring post from yesterday you've slightly reworded?

[–] [email protected] 98 points 3 weeks ago (35 children)

Is this a US thing? Do you not get paid for your lunch hour? That's wild.

[–] [email protected] 3 points 4 weeks ago

Santa Steps Out was wild.

'Sex, Death, and Santa Claus

His generosity is legendary. He has a devoted wife, a crack team of sky-borne reindeer, hordes of industrious elves, and the love of good little boys and girls around the globe. But what unholy desires now propel him into the lascivious clutches of a certain fairy? And who was he before the sleigh and workshop, in times forgotten?

She munches on molars, summons drowned sailors to her pleasure, and recalls, sharp as a pinprick, her life as the most savage of ash nymphs. Why then is she stuck, night after night, hovering above pillows to leave coins for gap-toothed brats? More important, how quickly can she captivate the jolly old elf to the north?

He's huge, fluffy, lonesome, and unbearably horny. On his Easter rounds, he contrives, as often as possible, to get a grip on himself and peer into interesting bedrooms. But who in the world will throw him down and ravage him as the lovers under his gaze ravage one another?

Deadite Press is proud to bring back the ultimate erotic Christmas story from Robert Devereaux'

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