sag@lemm.ee to Lemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world · edit-23 months agoRegain Control in my assfiles.catbox.moeimagemessage-square393fedilinkarrow-up1342arrow-down127file-text
arrow-up1315arrow-down1imageRegain Control in my assfiles.catbox.moesag@lemm.ee to Lemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world · edit-23 months agomessage-square393fedilinkfile-text
minus-squareDiddlydeelinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up38·3 months agoThe Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald in my ass.
minus-squaretiredofsametab@fedia.iolinkfedilinkarrow-up9·3 months agoIn that great ass they call gichagumee (or something like that)
minus-squareScrollerBall@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up6·3 months agoHis ass, it is said, never gives up its dead When the skies of November turn gloomy
minus-squaremindbleach@sh.itjust.workslinkfedilinkarrow-up1·3 months agoI’ve had meals with consequences like that. “Does anyone know where the love of god goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?”
minus-squarePeriodicallyPedantic@lemmy.calinkfedilinkarrow-up2arrow-down1·edit-23 months agoFor a minute I mixed this up with Marry Ellen Carter by Stan Rogers May your ass not be lost to the knowledge of men
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald in my ass.
In that great ass they call gichagumee (or something like that)
His ass, it is said, never gives up its dead When the skies of November turn gloomy
That’s a good one. XD
I’ve had meals with consequences like that.
“Does anyone know where the love of god goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?”
For a minute I mixed this up with Marry Ellen Carter by Stan Rogers
May your ass not be lost to the knowledge of men