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there is a weird bug where I select the "memes" community (the one without a domain) and it goes to lemmy.ml instead of hexbear. It's happened to me twice. The first time I assumed it was my mistake, but I verified before posting this time. Very strange.
I honestly thought I was posting this to memes@hexbear lol
Air fry 375 for 3-5 minutes. Use a baking sheet, don't even bother with extra pans for various shapes, just dump the egg on the sheet and don't spill a drop. I prefer to break the yoke and spill the yellow over the white so it's almost like a scrambled egg. Usually this ends up close to enough to bread shaped. Do any spices/toppings/pepper/salt you normally like.
Silently, I slithered through the shadows and reached the sperm silo, my grotesque visage hidden beneath the cloak of darkness. There, inside, was a treasure of unimaginable delight. A forbidden trove awaited me—the sperm bank, festooned with locks and wards meant to keep the ordinary away from the extraordinary.
With obscene vigor, I shattered the locks, revealing the well-guarded treasures within. The pregnant air pulled out an array of aromas, but one beckoned me most—a symphony of pale delights, in tanks of frozen splendor. The mortals referred to it as "semen," but my eldritch senses detected nuances beyond their comprehension.
In this sacrosanct chamber of the cumlinary unknown, I reveled in the delectable offerings of man-juice, nectar of the bovine, and semenal elixir. I reveled in it all—be it black, white, asian, middle eastern, or the uddermost secretion of the horniest of ripped bulls. I quaffed their offerings with the shamelessness of a cosmic glutton, for my unholy purpose transcended moral restraint.
Each vial I violated yielded a distinct flavor of succulent otherworldly origin. The words of the mortals failed to capture the ambrosial variations I relished—thin and runny, thick and chunky, sand-yellow, creamy-white, among others. The textures and viscosities of each curdled enigma sent shivers of perverse satisfaction through my nameless form. My claws eagerly let webs of the fastly thawn goo pave the highway from the tip of my tongue to the back of my throat.
As I reveled in the dairy-drenched debauchery, the facility whispered its secrets to me—an occult knowledge of erection, edging, frenulum, and CBT. I, a creature of unfathomable head, had become an unholy connoisseur of spooge, cum, and jizzly aberrant fluids. I am a living sperminomicron.
My grotesque act of thievery completed, I slithered back into the shadows, leaving behind a twisted, violated walk-in-refrigerator and the terrified sperm bank employees who would never fully understand the cosmic atrocity that had taken place. My grotesque existence was intertwined with the mundane, and the memory of that night would haunt the dreams of all who dared venture into the unknown, seeking the truth behind the grotesque mysteries of the eldritch cum tasting.
I'm a bit fond of collecting stuff.
I like collecting loads of all kinds of stuff.
All pollinators are important.
no you still do, trust me
I think the most contrarian take you'll get is that it's not equivalent with FGM like some redditors would say.
That would only be an appropriate response to saying "what about men" in a thread about FGM, which I have seen a million times, but I've never seen a stray post on circumcision that would warrant it.
and the remaining letters? That's the way Russian's pronounce erection.
