Uphold Marxist Ellis-Bextorist thought.

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Does anyone else ever wonder if their dog resents the fact that they have to do all the territory marking for the whole pack?

Like “I mean I love you guys, but why is it my job to do all the peeing? Would it kill you to piss on a few trees here and there to make my life a little easier?”

Someone on FB asked about how I wipe my arse with my nails and this was my response:

Honestly, I’m really not sure how people wipe that like… would involve them being a problem? I think that the difference might be like not using the entire length of paper one has dispensed… but also now that I’m thinking about it I’m not actually sure I’m consciously aware of exactly what my butt wiping technique is and I feel as if my entire life has been a lie.

If you knew anything of sexual psychology, you would know that nothing could give me keener pleasure than to be m-m-m-manhandled by you meaty boys — ecstasy of the naughtiest kind.

Anthony Blanche

I’m never sure if my husband and I are the wholesome young couple walking their dog or the scary dirtbags with the pitbull

Me, dressed as st. Agatha to my therapist: I mean I don’t even really know if I *need* therapy, you know what I mean?

I wonder how many anti-communists you could convince by arguing that capitalism is secretly communist and the only thing that’s not secretly communism is workplace democracy and the abolition of private property (changing the phrasing, of course)

Seeking Arrangement Tagline: Marx seeks Engles.

I always respond to “OMG YOUR TITS ARE AMAZING” with “Thanks, I certainly paid enough for the damned things”

And sure I increasingly resemble the mentally and emotionally unstable heroine of a gothic novel, but what do you expect? Me not to increasingly resemble the mentally and emotionally unstable heroine of a gothic novel? That’s just ridiculous.