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Originally Posted by C0LLETTE
The New Years lamb roast was ethereally beautiful; the perfect melding of form and function; absolute proportion within the bounds of curatorial je ne sais quoi; divine intercession within a plane of harmonious volatility; so aesthetically perfect that we almost didn't carve it up and eat it. Sublime sandwiches the next day against a foncee background of rye droozled wheat hued puffs.
WWTLTY Felt like you had too much time on your hands?
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Right now, OBVIOUSLY.
WWTLTY bled? (non-menstrual related)