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SO U PLAYIN LEAGUE NOW HUH
#TheClickbait #TheBullseye
ITCHBAY IGGNA
you're a crazy good clutcher with the awp tho
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
“It would be nice to spend billions on schools and roads, but right now that money is desperately needed for political ads.”
– Andy Borowitz
“A woman is like a tea bag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.”
– Eleanor Roosevelt
“If I want to knock a story off the front page, I just change my hairstyle.”
– Hillary Clinton
“Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.”
– Steve Irwin
“Marriage is like mushrooms: we notice too late if they are good or bad.”
– Woody Allen
Three baby frogs grandma said not to bother
but we were only eight, and we couldn’t wait to teach them tricks
so we dipped them in some paint.
We followed the little white dots into the garden
where we found them resting by the squash and leaning on the broccoli
and belly-up under the turnips with remnants of our Picasso’s on their tiny backs
and scared to death they’d peed on us and grandma would see
and know somehow we were murderers, Jeannie and me.
By Gwendolyn Poliszczuk
To A Young Girl - Poem by William Butler Yeats
Autoplay next videoMY dear, my dear, I know
More than another
What makes your heart beat so;
Not even your own mother
Can know it as I know,
Who broke my heart for her
When the wild thought,
That she denies
And has forgot,
Set all her blood astir
And glittered in her eyes.
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