my mouth waters immensely whenever I see a pickle. Knowing the wet, briny, tangy girth of that green monstrosity of a cucumber, I can't help but want it inside my every hole. The ear pleasing crunch, the juices seeping from each pore, grotesquely jutting out of the misshapen bumps along each side, pleasuring my mind, mouth, and soul just by holding it's slimy outside after being bathed and drenched in vinegar mixes, it is finished. I crave more pickles.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
I did a deep dive into the lemmy code to understand how the algorithms work. I then calculated the perfect timing to post the images to make them the right distance apart1.
1. Currently only guaranteed to work when sorting by new. Still calculating the post timing for sorting by the other methods.
get a modular prosthetic where you can swap out the hand part with various extensions. With the right extensions, you'll be better off than the ppl with natural arms.
I'd like to think that somewhere out there, there's someone for who this post is the 29th on their feed. You have thus fulfilled the prophecy for someone else by complaining about it not working for you.
ads don't count as a post. So it's still one post away.