Why Did I Not Know About This When I Was Studying, Новая My Ass, How Could We Just Not Know An Archipelago

Why Did I Not Know About This When I Was Studying, Новая My Ass, How Could We Just Not Know An Archipelago

Why did I not know about this when I was studying, Новая my ass, how could we just not know an archipelago in the 18th century

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3 weeks ago

I love XHS because I can follow a Belarusian young communist who likes racecars and scroll down and see the strange Chinese military workout gimp


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6 months ago

Nice throne idiot did your mommy carve a swathe of corpses to get it for you?

6 months ago

I WROTE A BOOK

READ IT

English translation here 👇

https://digitalcommons.unl.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1019&context=libraryscience


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6 months ago

Sorry for not posting much I may have re-contracted scurvy

3 weeks ago

Almost everybody on this expedition including me is a german except aleksei. All for her imperial majesty fucking Elizabeth, the other other other other one.


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4 months ago

I am always kind of marveled at how much social and political power American protestantism has lost over the last 100 years. Obviously it has a massive amount of power still, but compared to where it was in 1925 holy shit.


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6 months ago

Wym art is bad tf

it’s all bad

6 months ago

I SAW THE SEA APE

1 month ago

The bitches won't help me autopsy the steller manatee we killed this morning.


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1 month ago

There she was, with legs longer than the 20th century. Her blood-red silk dress, made by the raw goods, factories and logistics of a dozen countries, barely covered her unexpected curves. She lit a cigarette, shining with the dull red of a hundred revolutions.

Francis Fukuyama nearly fell from the chair he himself had made when he saw her coming in. He knew he should have locked that door. But he also knew she would come back. She would always be back. It was just a matter, like anything else on his profession, of time.

"History?" he asked, trying to sound academic, with a gasp almost escaping his throat when he smelled the smoke of ashes yet to settle.

"Oh, you recognized me, darling..." she smirked, as she walked towards him, her body flowing like a dialectical contradiction.

"I... I... thought we were done." Fukuyama stammered, sweat dripping from his forehead, his sociocultural paradigm failing faster than his composure.

"Oh, honey..." History purred with a voice husky from a thousand discourses... "We are done when I say we are done."


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