Those shrek babies are like 7 years old now

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kermit really is that bitch…… he went from crying in showers and talking to negative inner monologues to running freely in a dandelion field,,…i’m tryna be on this level

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Stop Saying "Unarmed Black Man"

I know this stopped being relevant to people’s interests about two weeks ago, but it wasn’t until now that I realized this was a problem.

Very frequently, when a cop perforates some innocent black kid and the media decides to actually care, the victim’s family and friends and anybody else who cares will say, “He was a good boy, he wasn’t armed, he was shot in cold blood.” And the cop will always say something like “I thought he had a weapon.” when it was just a wallet or a cell phone or whatever. But this should stop.

I am an armed black male. Pretty much everywhere I go that isn’t a public school, I carry weapons because I do not plan on engaging any assailant in unarmed melee combat. Even though I’m 6'5" and 290 lbs, and could probably beat down anybody who hasn’t actually been trained to fight in some way. But I’m not going to risk that. If someone attacks me, I have the right to end the threat in the most efficient way possible. But since I can’t carry a gun (lol NY), I carry knives.

That is not a crime.

That is not an excuse to shoot me.

My life does not lose value because I took measures to protect it.

When a cop says “I thought he had a knife” or “I thought he had a gun”, yet is absent of injuries while the victim has been shot 22 times, the answer should not immediately be “Well it was just a cell phone” or “If you can’t tell the difference between a wallet and a Glock you should find a different job.”

Not because those responses aren’t true. They are. But the other question should be “Why does a person having a knife give you the right to harrass, assault, and/or kill them?” Because the cop always starts it. No black teen (or anybody, really) with a weapon approaches a cop to chat and then decides to assaults him.

The cop is always the aggressor who decided that they were going to ruin some kid’s day. The cop makes the decision to harass somebody, and then the cop gets panicked enough to kill the person they themselves were harassing. But even when a cop is right, he is wrong.

Because if I got shot at the trains station tomorrow, I wouldn’t be an unarmed black male. 

But I’d still be innocent, and that should be all that matters.

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hey girls……did you know that……uhm……

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there's only two emotions:

1. mood 2. big mood

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E•MO•TION (2015) E•MO•TION Side B (2016)

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Do you think Homer Simpson could smoke weed? I imagine him often, lighting a blunt or a joint (delivery system for marijuana smoke). He lights it with a basic plastic lighter. He takes the first puff. His eyes widen. He is surprised at the potency of the smoke, but he enjoys it. He enjoys the taste. At first, the burnt aroma is off-putting, but he soon learns to appreciate the aromatic, herbal notes present in the weed smoke. He luxuriates in the smoke. It surrounds him like a comforting blanket. As he takes his second hit, he marvels at the intricate network of woven “hairs. on the surface of the marijuana bud. It reminds him of a tapestry he once saw at the town museum. He is getting higher and higher with every hit. He’s never felt this way before. He experiments with smoke rings, exhaling through his nose. He feels that his mind is awakened. He is in a dreamlike state. He feels comfortable. His muscles relax. He is surprised when he notices how thirsty he is. He has never smoked marijuana before and he thought the thirst inducing properties of marijuana were purely fictional. He drinks a glass of unsweetened iced tea. Marge has been encouraging him to drink unsweetened tea instead of beer or soda to help him control his weight. In the past he drank the tea with reluctance and without enjoyment. But now that he is high he notes the complex flavor of the tea. It is smoky, bitter, tannic. He enjoys it. He is amazed that something as simple as iced tea is bringing him so much happiness. He picks up a chunk of marijuana from the kitchen table. “I could get used to this,” he thinks. “I’ve never felt this way. All of my senses are heightened. I feel serene, yet alert. I never want to stop being high. I want to be like this forever. I’ve fallen in love with marijuana and I never want to stop smoking.”

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Can you imagine being the first guy listening to In The Air Tonight and not knowing those drums were coming?

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bring imperialist catholic war dogs back in 2017