Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.
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by george orwell
George Orwell did NOT cook with this one
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Her name is Pamela bosworth
Yo what the fuck, bruh I found this disturbing how will I fap to this
You still did it tho
Uhhh where are the pigs?!?! This is not the animal farm i remember
Bruh please tell me you don't fall to pigs bruh that's insane
Fap*
Not my proudest fap
Not my proudest fap
Man, Animal farm is way different from how I remember it.
WHERE IS THE COMMUNISM????????
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!????!!!
-bob
what in the actual fuck is this shit?!?!?!?
love the art style
perfecto thanks sir
Immediately thought of Orwells' book
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you people think all porn is disturbing
Ah yes, this is the Orwellian Nightmare I was promised
Not what orwell had in mind, i hope.
wtf did i just read...
Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring.
Animal farm
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