when tumblr inevitably dies we should all start blogging via carrier pigeon instead you've just finished dinner after coming home from a long day at work. a pigeon flies in through your open window with a message tied around its leg - a post, from your beloved mutual. carefully taking it off the bird's leg, you unroll it. the message reads "penis strike at the cock factory"
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