bog moved

bog moved to @pastrypurgatory. once spilled nearly an entire gallon of warm-hot apple cider all over two chairs, my clothes, the floor, and the table it rested upon on October 24th, 2019.

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meow

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glub

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bog moved. @pastrypurgatory

[ollielephant]

[cumonthevoid]

none pizza with left beef

[the-chocolate-chip-pancake-blog]

It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef

[babymarkers]

ive missed you

[rslashrats]

[dat-soldier]

they get 4 hours of sleep per night and look at em they’re fresh

[dat-soldier]

there’s something wrong with me but sometimes i have fun with it

[officialfist]

El Muchacho Monday

[irishironclad]

Potato and onion soup

[star-fry]

#13thcenturypeasantfood

[irishironclad]

13th century peasants ate better than most of you people do.

[doctorguilty]

Not to sound like an old fart here but my philosophy about video games is like. A kid living out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere with no internet access for miles should be able to purchase a game from walmart, take that game home, put it in their console, and play the whole game with all of its features and the only thing lack of internet affects is the inability to play online with others. Nothing else. They shouldn't be missing entire chunks of the game becuase they can't download a patch. The game shouldn't be borderline empty or unplayable without a patch.

[bogleech]

I guess it makes no difference if I reblog this now but our friend here said a normal, objectively correct thing about video games and somehow this post still blew up with some goofy as hell disagreements. Sorry but most video game studios these days are pushing out lazy products and it is not normal for a game you buy to need DLC or patching to work; the PSX and the N64 and the original Xbox all got by without that shit being routine.

[unsolids-your-snake]

I was that kid in bumfuck nowhere and it was incredibly isolating to be a gamer among a bunch of gamers and just have. Zero fucking ability to take part in 90% of new games that everyone was into. :')

[vex-vexey]

Real serious tho, if your game requires constant online mode for the most basic of features and you actively hinder those that simply live in a different area code, you should be fucking ashamed.

[unsolids-your-snake]

Yeppppppp

[do-geese-see-god]

I bought Half Life 2 the day it came out and couldn't play it because it required an online registration. I wound up lugging my pc tower into my workplace on my day off to hook up to the internet for 30 seconds to unlock a game I paid for.

[unsolids-your-snake]

Peak horseshit

I'm tired of every dumb bitch assuming everyone has internet, or has useable, good internet.

[irishironclad]

Yeah I’ll watch that

[shitpeoplesayintf2]

baguet

[campyvillain]

please gif tell me this gif doesn’t loop

[campyvillain]

GOOD. HES GONE FOREVER

[libertyvigil]

The commercial I saw yesterday that subtly implies women can't have success with children. That society needs abortion in order to run smoothly. Ugh. Killing children to run smoothly..... sounds like a dystopia.

And making women believe they can't be successful AND have kids! That's just horribly insidious and manipulative and condescending. And just not true.

[pro-birth]

Both progressives AND radtrads are convinced that working/student mothers are inherent failures. Horseshoe theory at it’s worst. 🙃

[siberiannette-deactivated202301]

also defining “successful” as “having a high-paying career”...... a successful woman is a lot more than just how much she makes for corporate.

[the-garbage-void-deactivated202]

I think one of the most difficult truths about Christianity is that whether we are saved or damned is entirely our choice. God respects our free will to such a point that if we genuinely choose to walk away from Him into darkness He will allow us to. Even though we will be miserable. Even though we will be alone. Even though we will be twisted into something so hideous that we would be barely recognizable by those who once knew us.

If we truly want to, we can allow the worst in us to grow and consume. To define our nature until that spiritual rot is all that's left. In a world that often denies personal accountability this is a very bitter pill to swallow. We do not like having to admit that we are wrong, and even then those who readily do so often only do it to wallow in self-loathing or out of fear. But neither denying the evil inside us or hating ourselves for it will make us good people. If we want to purge ourselves of sin, we have to turn to God. He is the cure and the relief to all our spiritual ills. He will make us into the saints we were always supposed to be.

But in order foe that to happen we have to let Him in. We have to let ourselves be known. We have to let go of everything that seperates us from Him. We have to choose Good over Evil. We have to die and be reborn, and this is a lifelong process. It is worth doing, but it is still a very bitter truth to us fallen creatures.

May God have pity on us and help us choose Him.

[but-dude-why]

[queer-world-666]

Me and my mutuals rebloging the same post

[dailydestieldose]

Quick, everyone reblog this

[feefal]

Knaifu loves u very much🔪🩸

[feefal]

She’s making you dinner

[etirabys]

oh my goodness, one of dian fossey’s first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badly that by the time she’d gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her: “Nearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.”

[argumate]

hello, fellow apes

[spitoutthedaisyhoratio]

The lead up to that sentence is gold:

[consistantly-changing]

[Image transcript: porch. The group had been day-nesting and sunbathing when I contacted them, but upon my approach they nervously retreated to obscure themselves behind thick foliage. Frustrated but determined to see them better, I decided to climb a tree, not one of my better talents. The tree was particularly slithery and, try as I might, no amount of puffing, pulling, gripping, or clawing succeeded in getting me more than a few feet aboveground. Disgustedly, I was about to give up when Sanwekwe came to my aid by giving one mighty boost to my protruding rump; tears were running from his eyes as he was convulsed in silent laughter. I felt as inept as a baby taking its first step. Finally able to grab on to a conveniently placed branch, I hauled myself up into a respectful semislouch position in the tree about twenty feet from the ground. By this time I naturally assumed that the combined noises of panting, cursing, and branch-breaking made during the initial climbing attempts must have frightened the group on to the next mountain. I was amazed to look around and find that the entire group had returned and were sitting like front row spectators at a sideshow. All that was needed to make the image complete were a few gorilla-sized bags of popcorn and some cotton candy! This was the first live audience I had ever had in my life and certainly the least expected.]

[roach-works]

imagine some freakish not-a-human alien THING has shown up out of nowhere and is trying to get into your office building to study you. but it has no idea how to get past a revolving door. it tries for three hours. by the time it finally understands the concept of a revolving door and squeeze into the building everyone in the office is crowded into the lobby to watch and call helpful suggestions. it’s conclusively determined that the alien is definitely not a threat, except maybe to itself.

[nervoussquidward]

[patron-saint-of-smartasses]

I love reading comments on YouTube for Irish folk music because it’s all “Omg I feel like a fairy in a magical forest listening to this!!” and when you look up the lyrics it’s about a woman lamenting her husband’s gambling addiction.