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it was a stroke of genius to give James T Kirk a bitchy flip phone in the 60's, truly amazing to watch him slam it shut like a pissed off socialite girl in 2000's teen shows
Try to not look at his crotch. I dare you
Reasonable to dislike beer but here’s some information I picked up working briefly at a beer bar:
Beer ages both poorly and quickly. Its shelf life is for shit. Getting a fresh beer makes a huge difference in quality. I’ve heard that the beer sold around the overseas breweries are like heaven (Guiness and Pilsner urqell for example) since they may only be a few hours old.
Also, pretty sure OP is a preteen pretending to be an adult.
hard cider was invented when someone decided to make beer that tastes good instead of bad
Let’s not forget the ending:
He watches his beloved dog die on a pile of shit and then goes and FUCKS EVERYONE UP!
You think Odysseus was Homer's favorite blorbo because of the amount of details he put in his descriptors. I think Odysseus was Homer's favorite blorbo because of the absolute hell he put him through. You cannot convince me that The Odyssey wasn't just someone going buck wild with their favorite oc—because that's exactly what it was.
I read “stage paintings” and immediately thought of broadway:
How did I miss weaponlord? Was it a musical? I wonder what the choreography was like
Stage paintings by Glenn Kim for Weaponlord (Visual Concepts, 1995).
While there is no definitive collective noun for sloths, the forerunner is a “snuggle” of sloths.
Use this information as you will.
Mother sloth reunites with her baby
This is what you see weenis you look out of the Overton window
Hey y'all want to see one of the worst left-right political charts I've seen in a while?
The liberal urge to redeem every monster, even while they have their hands wrapped around their throat.
There's not going to be an lgbt ally pope you stupid slut
In America, God exists, but he is damned
bastard sounds great in an irish accent. if an irish person calls you a 'daft bastard' it just feels right
the welsh have the monopoly on things ending in hell. fuckin hell and bloody hell hit different in a welsh accent. its like music to my ears
the scots have piss and shite for sure. "its pishin it doon out there" "this is a load of shite" absolute poetry
if i may speak for the english i think we do penis related words very well. dickhead, knobhead, twat, etc.
and for all the shit we give them, you gotta admit that no one can deliver a 'goddamn' quite like an american. theres a certain weight to it that you just cant achieve in other accents. when an american says goddamn you know shit just got real
Meanwhile downstairs
kissing her neck and rubbing her ears and pulling coins out of them
There’s a monster in my mind
He comes out from time to time
I'm in the stage of writing where I keep adding lines to skeletons of scenes and filling up the timeline and daydreaming about stuff that could happen, which technically counts as writing so I don't feel guilty for not typing words in a while
It's not for the project I actually want to work on, but that's out of my control, I'm afraid
Literally the exact behavior of the Democratic Party
The cherry on top of Dracula's emotional and psychological manipulation is how Jonathan Harker was left in the wilderness waiting and waiting outside the Castle with wolves around in the cold of night...
And once Jonathan is let in by Dracula, he is welcomed to sit by the hearth: warmth, comfort, domesticity. Immediately, Jonathan associates the things the Count provides (if he's a good patient boy) with security and shelter from worse things.
Ooh, excellent shout! It's a very subtle manipulation that you wouldn't necessarily recognise in the moment as manipulation. In the span of this one interaction, Dracula is conditioning Jonathan to perceive him as a safe person to be around, someone who will provide for him and keep him safe, and it gives him a lot of power in the dynamic from the moment he introduces himself, because he is the only form of safety Jonathan will get.
Still burning, Kevin Cooley (because)
ok given that there are no non-evil options for the pope i guess i begrudgingly appreciate in an abstract sense that they chose someone who recently tweeted "jd vance is wrong" lmao. it doesn't make anything better but it makes jd vance's life a little worse and i do think that's funny
Me doing anything
"do it afraid" is just me doing regular tasks on a regular day
Precision.
It’s easy to ignore information I don’t need. Near impossible to manifest information I don’t have.
European recipes make me feel like Walter white
American recipes: [3 page story about how their mamaw used to make this for them during the depression] so you’re gonna smack a stick of butter in there and then put a cup or two of flour until you feel like it’s dry enough. Be generous with the sugar. You’ll know when. Get a healthy amount of molasses and an egg in there and then mix up with your hands until it’s nice and crumbly. If you’re feeling fruity you can add vanilla extract here if you’re tough like they are where I come from cornmeal will do. Add water to taste and texture. If you’ve struck big it can be milk. Put in cast iron skillet blow it a kiss and bake until golden brown. Let cool until you get tired of smacking a bunch of little hands away from having a taste.
European recipe for essentially the same thing: You. Worm. Get out your little scale. You need 147 grams of flour. no more no less. 133 milliliters of fresh milk. 27 grams of white granulated sugar. If an extra granule ends up in the mixing bowl someone from Brussels will be by to administer the proper regulatory fee in 48 hours. Whisk together for 139 seconds exactly and titrate 3ml extrait de vanille into the bowl using an eye dropper before baking at 231 Celsius for 26 minutes. If you deviate from this in any way the food will be inedible and your fine will double. 
You call us fleshies to other balls of light
meal prep is so gross to me i dont want to eat the same thing wvery day and also i dont want to eat anything at all i want to shed my body and live as a floating ball of light that doesnt need to eat or sleep or pay rent
Classist and bourgeois. Here’s what true revolutionaries wear
USAmericans, currently
FRIEND: "We're at risk of slipping into fascism."
ME: "Oh, honey . . . when they are arresting judges and mayors, we've already slipped."
Ophthalmology is pretty stoked about “AI”. Host of applications. Here’s one of the first:
remembering that time i met someone who attended high school in west bend, wisconsin and they told me how their school district works. to them it was completely normal while i was wondering if they were messing with me.
their schools are conjoined twins???
When I look into a microscope, Driscoll, I see bacteria swimming, fighting, existing, that’s real. These witches that were persecuted and burned in the 17th century were real too, but they weren’t witches. They were pitiful human beings, victims of hysteria. The City of the Dead (1960) dir. John Llewellyn Moxey