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December 23, 2025 at 12:12 AM
"Everything's coming up Anthony!"
a cartoon of milhouse from the simpsons says everything 's coming up milhouse !
Alt: a cartoon of milhouse from the simpsons says everything 's coming up milhouse !
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December 21, 2025 at 1:41 AM
We talk to Delish about how great Delish is at making a Delish app with Delish recipes that are Delish!
December 21, 2025 at 1:39 AM
thank you for this. i needed a laugh
December 21, 2025 at 1:38 AM
prez and pm of the theocracy (we can't talk about) already doubling down
December 15, 2025 at 1:54 AM
Perhaps she’s caring, but my mind spins in thinking otherwise.

Only devotion can lead a man to drag his princess in a shopping cart, laden with blankets and bags and sadness, through 6 inches of thick snow, slowly, down my street, to wherever they’re going.
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM
I wonder about the expectations that rest on her shoulders. How she was brought to living this life of quiet travel and transience. How she feels she’s seen in the eyes of her beholders, if she cares at all. Or how she treats her servants, in their struggles and needs.
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM
A few times I heard her moan, in the deep cold or when her carriage must have felt more like a prison than a blessing. Expressing her dissatisfaction with where she was, or how she felt, or how she’d been treated. A moan that fades lightly into the background where feelings are felt more than heard.
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM
I can’t be sure she ever left that carriage; I’d never seen it. I’m not even sure she could, maybe some disability or shame. But that only fed my fantasy of how she functioned, perhaps on a plain above our own, or deeply below.
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM
...wherever they were going.

I was only ever an observer, maybe a dozen times over the years. But she became familiar, a character from a fantasy world I could pretend to imagine, scratching the surface of an experience I would hope to never know.
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM
She employed no beasts in her travels, only the men who felt the need to serve.

Bundled in furs and blankets and shawls, she sat silent against the struggles and impeded progress. She had nowhere to be other than moving, ensuring her charge kept blood flowing and trudging toward her ultimate goal:
December 15, 2025 at 1:08 AM