going for a walk when suddenly i spot torpedo trails on the pavement 400 metres due east and begin evasive manoeuvres, two torpedoes narrowly miss my fore aft, but the third finds its mark. the explosion causes an ammo rack in my third main turret to detonate,killing me instantly

scientists have discovered that beast mode is a real mode

sickly satisfying to see midbie irony posters get seven or eight likes when they plug their theory substack or novel. nice try, player. you will never scramble out of the pit

flying your girl out to my family's quarry

See the silverwork there on the pommel? An antiquarian in Kolkata assures me this is the genuine article, an early Mughal ceremonial piece. One of my men, Ramesh, found it while fossicking about in our family's quarry. I gave the fellow the morning off for his efforts.

Ho there, Ramesh! Cease from your labours, man, leave off, for I have need of you. Tarry a moment -- the bloody quarry's not going anywhere! I must take your photograph to share on X. com. I think it shall help convey my easy familiarity with common people.

A24 have greenlit Ari Aster's new folk horror film 'Quarry.' A young theology postgrad returns to his ancestral village and passes out after clenching his jaw too forcefully in a selfie. He wakes up in an all-too-familiar pit of rough-hewn limestone...

Good news from home, dear boy -- pater just wired through the final fifty-thou of my theology tuition. We ought to celebrate with Ramesh. There are few nobler souls in my father's employ. He maintains our family's quarry, you see, and does a bloody good job of it.

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I'm worried about you, bro. We don't really chill and smoke any more. You seem like a moth trapped in a glazen bell

The blue check reset rocks

“Only an incantation can open the crypt door,” Jarfit moaned softly.

“But anyone with the old magic died one thousand years ago,” Malik moaned softly.

“Maybe not,” Jarfit moaned softly.

Thomas Hardy novel The Wack Pronouncements of Inspector Spurl

Heavyweight champion Eburswīn 'The Ogre' Murnau addresses tragic death of opponent in Vegas title fight: 'From beyond myself I saw my fist crash upon his skull with the total weight of all the rain that has ever fallen in sad sheets over the untenanted loneliness of the steppe.'

slamming the suspect against the wall and yelling these questions in his face

The men wore black tactical gear and carried silenced MP5s and sat still and ready. Their Zodiac combat craft cut through the waves like a big happy pelican paddling across a bay in search of some delicious fish for supper.

i am a tiger loping along the bank of the river of life. you are a supernumerary presence in the corner of the saloon. i have long lapped the cold water of the world. you are hurrying to take advantage of the complimentary massage.