{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "A little story that lives in my heart is that when I lived in Pittsburgh, my upstairs neighbor with a thick accent tripped or...", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/715004957713121280/", "html": "<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"https://c3rvida3.tumblr.com/post/714678661033426944/a-little-story-that-lives-in-my-heart-is-that-when\" target=\"_blank\">c3rvida3</a>:</p><blockquote><p>A little story that lives in my heart is that when I lived in Pittsburgh, my upstairs neighbor with a thick accent tripped or dropped something in the middle of yelling at her kids, so instead of hearing, &ldquo;Jenna, tell your&ndash;&rdquo; I thought I heard her Skyrim shout, &ldquo;GENITALIA!&rdquo; followed by a loud crash and I got so scared.  </p></blockquote>"}