I made omurice, tonight.
The rice doesn’t have soy sauce, sadly.
Just onions, garlic, sesame oil, salt, pepper, and tomatoes.
The topping is sriracha, because I thought it’d taste beter.
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I made omurice, tonight.
The rice doesn’t have soy sauce, sadly.
Just onions, garlic, sesame oil, salt, pepper, and tomatoes.
The topping is sriracha, because I thought it’d taste beter.
them triple lips
i played this for my my three year old sister and she brought up how cute her lips are
You guys.
I went on that Pokémon fusion thing for the first time and this is what greeted me:
The happiest little testicle I’ve ever seen.
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Beyoncé finishes an earth-shattering 13 minute long version of “Halo” during which she gives birth to her third and fourth children, whom she was not pregnant with when the song began. Caramel Valentine and Smokey Robinson cry along to prerecorded wails as King B vaporizes their umbilical cords with a violently growled “rRAH” and “DUTTyy WINE.” Soon a light begins to shimmer from Beyoncé’s fingertips, growing brighter and brighter. A light so bright, no one notices Kelly Rowland mopping up mess from the birth as she mumbles, “‘Kisses Down Low’ on iTunes now.” Pure energy is flowing to Bey’s newborns, causing honey blonde weave to start growing from their scalps. Kelly sees the potential in this power and throws herself in front of the beam. This power is too strong for her, and she quickly erupts into a massive ball of flame. Still no one notices. By now Caramel and Smokey have grown stronger, getting hotter and hotter, sexy and hotter, let’s shut it down. Pound the alarm.
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“Why grandma… What giant ornately rhinestoned shoes you have!!” #thebettertosteponyouwith #opulence
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