Lurasty12345678910 - A Pansexual Disasters

*Bruce and 9yo Dick playing chess*

Dick: Okay, I'm gonna take your pointy, sad-faced guy for my horsey guy.

Bruce: Stop, stop. *pointing to Bishop* What is this piece called?

Dick: I call him Dwight.

as humans we tend to accociate things like numbers with colors.

so like imagine

aliens dont do that

so like somehow a conversation goes awry and the human is like,

"so bud, what color is science for you?"

and the alien is confused like,

"what do you mean human mark?"

And the human is like,

"Well for me i imagine it as like a lime green. it just gives off these vibes you know?"

And another human popps in and is like

"No, its red, like a magic potion."

and the aliens are just confused and they are like

"so you humans assign colors to subjects?"

and the humans are like yeah.

and so the aliens are like

"Well what else do you assign colors to?"

and human mark is like

"well we do it to months, days of the week, numbers. like the number one is red for instance."

And the other human is like

"what do you mean red? its yellow because first place duhh."

And the alien is like

"Human cassandra? are you saying that they dont have assigned colors?"

and mark is like

"no, i mean unless you count when assigning colors becomes accociate with somthing. like how march is green pecause of saint patricks day."

and cassandra is like

"yeah, or how october is orange for halloween."

and the alien is like

"... Humans are odd."

but then the conversation doesnt stop with that its still going on.

cass is like

"Now what the hell do you mean 1 is red?"

and mark is like

"well if you bold and red somthing it becomes iportant, and so like if its the first thing it means its exra imortant because its one."

and it just goes on

“Some guy a few houses down barricaded himself in his house with an assault rifle. Fortunately, they got him (or he gave himself up) without any shots fired or anyone getting hurt.” - SgtScheisskopf

I spent the afternoon arranging our books by size and color (and it’s so satisfying and looks amazing) and my partner came home and stared in shock at the bookcase and then said “i’m a librarian, you can’t do this.”

seeing pictures of men w blood on their face is like. oh man i wanna be you so bad. i wanna make out with you in a storage closet. i want to gently cradle your face and wipe the blood off with a washcloth. you are the ideal man. you are my pretty pretty princess

honestly

This is about Sci-Hub. yeah we get it.. gatekeep knowledge and protect the interests of capital…

Come get this dick-fil-a