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🐱🐲: I wonder, is 50+k even physically possible? How many years would it take?
⛓️♿: I think it's possible, but the receiving party is unlikely to appreciate it.
🐱🐲: With talk like that, you're making me think about the counter of your, um, partners from the days of slavery. I wonder, is it a three-digit or four-digit number...
⛓️♿: You can't count that high.
🐱🐲: How high can you count?
⛓️♿: More than two. You yourself said how you count. Like primitive tribes. "One, two, many."
🐱🐲: What does "many" mean in your case? A bunch?
⛓️♿: Don't even start!!!
🐱🐲: Kek.
🎪🏹: Author, don't upset my Guyosh. You know it's a sensitive topic for him.
🐱🐲: Well, yeah, after so many hot nights...
🎪🏹: AUTHOR!!!
🐱🐲: Sorry, not sorry, my sense of humor is stronger than my sense of pity.
⛓️♿: It's okay, after everything that happened, my nerves are like steel cables.
🎪🏹: Let's just be happy for Insho that she found her goddess and her goal is achievable! Hooray!
🐱🐲: She would have been better off paying attention to Zhyusyiksizir. Pods, and even dumplings, that's so banal, any idiot can do that. But seafood...
⛓️♿: That's a very bad idea, I know.
🐱🐲: Is there any kind of perversion that they didn't practice on you when you were a slave?
⛓️♿: Even two. Ice ballet and grass hockey.
🐱🐲: Well, at least something sacred remains.
⛓️♿: And they didn't invent television and cinema on Anuzish, which means I didn't have access to Disney sequels of "Star Wars" and "Teen Titans Go."
🐱🐲: Now I envy you.
🎪🏹: And I feel sorry for the kitty... He lived his lion's life, didn't bother anyone, and they killed him...
🐱🐲: Yes, I feel sorry for the cat. A rare species, by the way. And not cowardly, like manticores.
🦁🦂: Meow?
🐱🐲: Like some manticores. I didn't mean you.
🎪🏹: And Eric has now ruined his entire love story... Oh, they had such a romance with Jack!
🐱🐲: Well, maybe they'll reconcile and live happily ever after.
⛓️♿: By the way, the lamia reminded me of a dark lunarite. I almost had a flashback. Only then did I notice the tail.
🐱🐲: Hmm... If she has a tail instead of legs, then there's something she physically can't wear...
🎪🏹: Hehe.
⛓️♿: This joke is starting to smell like worn-out underwear.
🐱🐲: Astral, face!
⛓️♿: I think it's possible, but the receiving party is unlikely to appreciate it.
🐱🐲: With talk like that, you're making me think about the counter of your, um, partners from the days of slavery. I wonder, is it a three-digit or four-digit number...
⛓️♿: You can't count that high.
🐱🐲: How high can you count?
⛓️♿: More than two. You yourself said how you count. Like primitive tribes. "One, two, many."
🐱🐲: What does "many" mean in your case? A bunch?
⛓️♿: Don't even start!!!
🐱🐲: Kek.
🎪🏹: Author, don't upset my Guyosh. You know it's a sensitive topic for him.
🐱🐲: Well, yeah, after so many hot nights...
🎪🏹: AUTHOR!!!
🐱🐲: Sorry, not sorry, my sense of humor is stronger than my sense of pity.
⛓️♿: It's okay, after everything that happened, my nerves are like steel cables.
🎪🏹: Let's just be happy for Insho that she found her goddess and her goal is achievable! Hooray!
🐱🐲: She would have been better off paying attention to Zhyusyiksizir. Pods, and even dumplings, that's so banal, any idiot can do that. But seafood...
⛓️♿: That's a very bad idea, I know.
🐱🐲: Is there any kind of perversion that they didn't practice on you when you were a slave?
⛓️♿: Even two. Ice ballet and grass hockey.
🐱🐲: Well, at least something sacred remains.
⛓️♿: And they didn't invent television and cinema on Anuzish, which means I didn't have access to Disney sequels of "Star Wars" and "Teen Titans Go."
🐱🐲: Now I envy you.
🎪🏹: And I feel sorry for the kitty... He lived his lion's life, didn't bother anyone, and they killed him...
🐱🐲: Yes, I feel sorry for the cat. A rare species, by the way. And not cowardly, like manticores.
🦁🦂: Meow?
🐱🐲: Like some manticores. I didn't mean you.
🎪🏹: And Eric has now ruined his entire love story... Oh, they had such a romance with Jack!
🐱🐲: Well, maybe they'll reconcile and live happily ever after.
⛓️♿: By the way, the lamia reminded me of a dark lunarite. I almost had a flashback. Only then did I notice the tail.
🐱🐲: Hmm... If she has a tail instead of legs, then there's something she physically can't wear...
🎪🏹: Hehe.
⛓️♿: This joke is starting to smell like worn-out underwear.
🐱🐲: Astral, face!
А, вот почему.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕