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A person of middle-eastern decent.
That cashier was a desert skater.
Jesus Christ AKA the guy that my dad likes to use against me when I misspeak/exaggerate so he can say that I lie and Jesus won’t approve.
Me:Dad I saw my dog Rosie eating her gingerbread toy. Dad: really son dog’s don’t eat gingerbread or toys quit lying Jesus (the desert caveman) won’t like that.
Me again: no dad I was talking about her toy that looks like a gingerbread man.
A absolute beast. It's the pinnacle of all pistols. Has a 50 AE calibre.
Person 1:I have a desert eagle!
Person 2:Woah what calibre is it?
Person 1:Of course 50 AE.
A man with a fairly large penis. not the biggest but its ok ig. He has a BIG FAT BUM. it is so juicy that people turn their heads when they walk past. He probs has underlying issues that must be corrected before he gets turned tp the dark side.
I will marry his grandma
Person 1: I just saw a big bum
Person 2: Was it Jahara Desert
noun.
an area or locality generally lacking in female presence, or that is characteristically desolate of attractive females (similar to a sausage fest, but is the broader condition or permanent state)
"Hey Joe, how's school going in Alaska? Any cute girls around?"
"It's ok, bit of a vagina desert though...the husky women that walk by are few and far between, so the fours and fives turn into eights"
Trees are like love, the strongest ones are those that went through the most. It usually never start strong, it could be cultivated by a professional scammer who kept dying and a god who can't stop living. The god who never cared about mortals came to protect one. The man who saw bonds as currency made one that's worth more than life itself. The god, despite having a clear path to escape, found himself back at the blazing desert yearning for the mortal that roots deep within him a tree that can never fall, one that stood tall through the death of spring and the winter storm, one that not even time can kill.
The man who tried desperately to survive decided to lay his life down for his sunshine to win, begging to die a third time - the last. The all knowing god suddenly speechless facing the man he spent his lives to protect. surrounded by cactuses and the voices of the dead, they spent their last time fighting each other, each punch was a thousand sorry. carrying out the will of the dead, the god won the worst loss of his lives. He stared at the horizon beyond the cliff, bidding his farewell to his feelings and to this world as a whole. He walked towards the sky, spreading his wings yet he did not fly. Only then, the tree stopped existing
"I’m technically free of his bonds, but I feel like I’ve got this moral obligation now. I don’t understand— I can’t let him die. I just— I don’t want to see him go"
And so, even the most unlikely people can grow the only tree in the middle of a desert.