𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚 Jan 1

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ
ʟᴀꜱᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ - ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ
ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ 30 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ 4 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ. ʟᴏᴏꜱᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ
ᴄʟᴜᴛᴄʜ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴜɢ
ɴᴜᴛꜱ (ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ 3 ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ).

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚 Jan 1

Not yet! Not yet! I've only been a babysitter for 3 hours!

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚 Jan 1

I want to be alone.

I'm going to the ****.

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚 Jan 1

You hurt me when you threw that helicopter landing-gear bracket at me! I'm in the hospital! I could have died! But I forgive you because of profound love and stuff.

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚 Jan 1

I put a spoonful of sugar in my left bra cup. It hurt at first, but I got used to it.

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚 Dec 2024

ƎЯUTͶƎVᗡA ЯƎVIЯ AƎHЯЯAIᗡ

"Look," Melvin whispered with his head cocked upward like
a forest ranger addicted to Dristan, "that bird looks
exactly like my neighbor who was eaten by
cannibal Pygmies 7 years ago."

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒚 Dec 2024

“𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱? 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿-𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲? 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗽.” ~ 𝗛𝗲𝗻𝗿𝘆 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿, 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏 (𝟭𝟵𝟯𝟵)