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bees x1000 posted:noooo I forgot a thread tag 
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Jul 12, 2023 18:43
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I got the tude now posted:nausicaa is S, kiki's and castle of cagliostro and spirited away are A. your tag is correct it would seem porco rosso is S, as is mononoke. die, troll
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Jul 12, 2023 19:25
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and hell, totoro is an A and spirited away is an S too. your words are as empty as your soul!
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Jul 12, 2023 19:26
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I got the tude now posted:why are you fighting me?????????? op's the piece of poo poo! youre right. kill the op and try again!
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Jul 12, 2023 19:28
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I got the tude now posted:i'm probably unfair to howl's moving castle because i odnt like christian bale as a vocal performer listening to the dub. classic noob error. qwantz!
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Jul 12, 2023 19:42
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wrong. die!
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Sep 19, 2023 00:39
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ok it ws funny for a bit but someone fix the tag on this
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Sep 19, 2023 00:46
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bees x1000 posted:thank you whoever fixed it, it's legitimately been bothering me for two months ok now change it back
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Sep 19, 2023 15:47
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gently caress yes. if anyone watches that trailer youre dead to me
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Sep 19, 2023 22:13
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Poppers posted:With Robert Pattinson as: the Heron good.
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Nov 6, 2023 14:51
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god bless
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Nov 6, 2023 15:13
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extreme must read: https://www.gq.com/story/robert-pattinson-on-batman-tenet-isolation-june-cover I watch as he pours dry penne into a cereal bowl, covers it with water, and places it in the microwave for eight minutes. He says using penne is already new territory for him. Usually he uses…well… “Do you know the pasta that’s, like, a little, it’s like a blob, a sort of squiggly blob?” “Gnocchi?” “No, no, no, no, it looks like—what would you even call it? It looks like a sort of messy…like, the hair bun on a girl.” “I have literally no idea what you’re talking about,” I say. “There was one type of pasta that worked. It definitely wasn’t penne.” Nevertheless, penne and water in the microwave for eight minutes. In the meantime, he takes the foil and he begins dumping sugar on top of it. “I found after a lot of experimentation that you really need to congeal everything in an enormous amount of sugar and cheese.” So after the sugar, he opens his first package of cheese and begins layering slice after slice onto the sugar-foil. Then more sugar: “It really needs a sugar crust.” Then he realizes that he’s forgotten the outer layer, which is supposed to be breadcrumbs but today will be crushed-up cornflakes, and so he lifts the pile of cheese and sugar and crumbles some cornflakes onto the aluminum foil before placing the sugar-cheese back on top of it. Then he adds sauce, which is red. The microwave dings, and Pattinson promptly burns himself on the bowl of pasta. He sighs, heavily, looking at it. “No idea if it’s cooked or not.” He dumps the pasta in anyway. At this point, his spirits have visibly begun to flag. “I mean, there’s absolutely no chance this is gonna work. Absolutely none.” The little pillow now mostly built, he pours more sugar on top of it and then produces the top half of a bun, which he hollows out, places it on top of the rest of whatever the hell this thing is, and…begins burning the top of the bun with the giant novelty lighter. “I’m just gonna do the initials.…” “You look like you’re cooking meth,” I say, because he does. “I’m really trying to sell this company. I’m doing this for my brand.” At this point, he accidentally ignites one of his latex gloves, which promptly melts onto his palm. He yells in pain. Then he gingerly holds up the finished product: some approximation of a P, followed by a C, for Piccolini Cuscino, burned into the top of a hamburger bun. He starts wrapping the whole thing up with more aluminum foil, and then compacts it, and then wraps it some more, and then squeezes it again. Suddenly he stops: “Can you actually put foil in an oven?” I say yes, you can, but what you absolutely cannot do is put foil in a microwave. And he says cool, cool, and then he goes looking for his oven, which he’s never used before, and this is a nice house, so there are multiple options, and the one he settles on, well: It looks like another microwave to me. He assures me it is not. “I reckon probably…10 minutes?” He puts the aluminum sphere, the little pillow, into what he thinks is an oven and I think is a microwave. He attempts to turn it on. “I actually knew how to do this before,” he tells me. “I literally did this yesterday. And now it’s just impossible. It’s going to look like I can’t cook at all.” He fumbles at some more buttons. “Oh, oh, oh,” he says, excitedly now. “A thousand watts, there you go.” Proudly he is walking back toward the counter that his phone is on when, behind him, a lightning bolt erupts from the oven/microwave, and Pattinson ducks like someone outside has opened fire. He’s giggling and crouching as the oven throws off stray flickers of light and sound. “The loving electricity…oh, my God,” he says, still on the floor. And then, with a loud, final bang, the oven/microwave goes dark. In the silence, Pattinson and I both stare at the mysterious piece of machinery built into the wall behind him. “Yeah, I think I have to leave that alone,” he says, sighing again, picking himself off the floor. “But that is a Piccolini Cuscino.”
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same
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