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Very true but why does this jpeg look like the fever dream of a dying man
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True freedom.
Very true but why does this jpeg look like the fever dream of a dying man
my parents trying to get ahold of me in 1998
Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five
Hospital
Not me I’m paying a dollar seventy five. At the hospital
I feel like we’re getting off topic
So is pepsi if you steal it?
Because it’s only a dollar seventy five
Why in God’s name would a vampire drink pepsi
Why would anyone drink Pepsi?
Huh?
That’s why I’m not a fan of the sexy vampire trope.
1. It’s overused and supports the current status quote of typical vampire supremacy:worshiping rich folk.
2. Vampires prey upon humans and therefore symbolize capitalists preying on the working class.
3. Werewolves are much sexier imo.
am I having a stroke????
you might want to go to the hospital then
Anyone in this thread smoke weed?
if you go to the hospital I hear the pepsi there is only a dollar seventy five
This is real
U ever shade in ur brows too dark & every time u look in the mirror ur just like…… Bitch u really did the most today
This. This is the online friend experience.
Years ago back when I worked in cubicle land, we were hiring junior software developers. They didn’t have to have a ton of experience, just a willingness to learn, and some demonstration of their software skills. Like: show me a program you wrote (any language) or a web site you designed. Anything.
And there was this one guy I talked with who seemed super sharp, but had virtually zero experience writing software. When it came time to do the show-n-tell part of the interview he whips out his laptop, brings up a website, and spins it around to show me what he made.
A website of tiny ceramic frogs.
Not for sale. Just… all these ceramic frogs, organized into categories. Frogs on bicycles, frogs with hats, frogs sitting on lily pads. It was a virtual museum of ceramic frogs in web form.
I scrolled through his online collection of frogs, slightly baffled.
“This is your website?” I asked finally.
“Yep!”
“You coded this yourself?” I popped into view-source mode and poked around some incredibly well-formatted, well-commented html. I nodded slowly. This guy was meticulous.
“Yep!”
“So… where’d all the frogs come from?”
“I made those too,” he says, beaming.
And while I’m processing this he rummages in his bag and pulls out a little ceramic frog working at a computer terminal. He places it on the table before us, next to the laptop.
“And THIS one,” he says, “I made for you! As a thank you for the interview.”
It was adorable. I hired him on the spot. I mean, why not? Worst case he’d wash out in 90 days and we’d hire somebody else. He turned out to be one of the best developers on our team.
And yes, his cubicle was loaded with ceramic frogs.
She did it. She ended terrorism.
I bet Jar Jar is fucking hung like a whale. God he can raw me anyday.
I spent like two? Three? Entire weeks with this sitting in my askbox and I just. I got nothing. What could I possibly answer? I tried all the “nope” gifs in this god forsaken website, I tried to draw what my face looks like every time I read this, I tried to find fanart of jar jar with his wang out and the universe was kind enough to me so that I couldn’t find any. I got nothing. Nada. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. What am I gonna say? What in god’s name am I gonna say to that?!
You see, I wanna fuck general grievous. I do. I want him use all his four arms to simultaneously pull both my arms back and touch my tits as he fucks me with his mecha-schlong. I do. I wanna fuck darth Maul, pre-legs cut off or post metal legs+metal dick enhancement. I wanna lick those horns. Okay? I wanna fuck darth vader. Boy, oh, boy, I do. I wanna hear that hard breathing and wrap my legs over that dramatic cape while he force-chokes me and we do the do. Am I a weird robot-fucker? You bet your ass I am! Am I a tad too much on the horny side? Probably. Did I extrapolate my right to be horny on main? Fucking sue me. But this. THIS.
How do you want me to face my family and all the three (3) friends I have irl? How do you want me to walk into an elevator with a bunch of strangers and when an old lady says “the weather has been a little hot lately, isn’t it weird?” just to do small talk like every fucking old people I don’t know do, how do you expect me not to answer her with “y’know what’s weirder, someone at this very moment is thinking about Jar Jar Binks going balls-deep in them and I cannot talk about this to anyone and the knowledge of this? it’s eating me alive. ALIVE, ma’am, and I don’t mean this as some sick vore reference. Someone’s dreaming of those popped-up eyes, of that weird high-pitched voice screaming MEESA COMING while they’re filled up by Jar Jar Bink’s thick seed, and I’m just standing here while this very notion rots me to the core, taking all life away from me. It’s a nightmare. My entire life, a nightmare, because of an anon message from a horny jar jar fucker on tumblr. This is my floor now, ma’am, have a good day”
I leave the elevator. I probably have an appointment, but I can’t remember where, or what for. I sit down on the floor by the elevator doors. I sob for a full minute. I take the elevator back downstairs, I walk home, I collapse in bed and rub one out thinking of darth vader. I feel better.
Five minutes later, I think about this ask again, and my whole world collapses again. It’s only Tuesday. I sigh heavily and sit down to write this reply.-
Edit: a lot of this is exaggeration. Some of it is true. You get to pick what exactly.
The simple thought that the jar jar anon exists in the same world as we do gives me shivers. I bet that if I look upon them, whoever they are, I will die instantly.
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I’m sure that somebody has probably pointed it out already, but there is officially published material in one of the art books of naked Jar Jar, and he’s like a Ken Doll down there:
@kaijutegu ever heard of a cloaca? Jar jar is a reptile.
Nope, Gungans are amphibians! Amphibians, while in possession of a cloaca, are not in possession of dicks. They just don’t work that way. When amphibians reproduce, they do something called a cloacal kiss, where the male ejects sperm directly into the female. Tailed frogs do have an extendible cloaca that can help propel the sperm into the other cloaca, and sometimes it comes out in packets, but amphibians have no penises. Jar Jar is packing absolutely nothing.
Also, having a cloaca doesn’t necessarily mean you don’t have a dick. Lizards have two dicks tucked up inside their cloacas. But amphibians just don’t work that way. Frogs, salamanders, Gungans? Dickless wonders the lot of ‘em.
There goes anon’s hopes and dreams
more importantly, why would even want Jar Jar to have a dick when we’ve seen their tongue game in such excruciating detail in the films? I’m a lesbian and am repulsed by men and even I’d consider getting cleaned out by it
Another distinctive trait of the Gungans is their long, agile tongues that seem to have minds of their own. Given that Gungans have an insatiable appetite for everything from shellfish and slimy bugs to a dessert that takes four people to eat, it’s a good thing that they have one-meter-long tongues (over 3 feet) to help grab any and all food in their vicinity.
It’s made all the more impressive when you consider how the official Star Wars Databank lists Jar Jar’s height as 1.96 meters, or almost 6 and a half feet. That means Jar Jar’s tongue is more than half his height.
Source: Screen Rant
Jar Jar Bink’s tongue is so long and dexterous, he could lick your ass and genitals at the same time.
But you fucking degenerates won’t stop talking about his non-existent dick.
Sad.
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sorry i havent been posting much… ive been busy receiving shipments of grain (husked btw) from my numerous tributaries
>husked
yeah sure lol…i bet all your minstrels clapped too
🙄 you dont have to drag the rest of us down just because all your tributaries send you unhusked grain lmao…
M-my tributaries? Unhusked grain? I-I have to laugh! Honestly, everyone knows you wouldn’t DARE say such a thing to my face, and furthermore,
ladies! is there honestly anything sexier than
bread
Bread with cheese.
me, watching a mobile game ad: you fool. you shit idiot. i would never let the goldfish fall into molten lava.
behind every girlboss is another, bigger girlboss
they call this a pyramid scheme i think
I think they prefer the term mlm
i think you're thinking of wlw
Wulti level warketing scheme
good work, gals
another pic, different angle
^ important
big boy
michaelangelo could put all that work into perspective tricks and he still couldn’t sculpt a titty
Look, he was a genius, but he was also Gay
Me in math class
growing up reading fantasy books was such a bust cause your whole life you’re left wanting more from life and like there’s something missing and you’re just waiting for that missing part to begin but it’s never gonna come
My favourite math fact is that 0.9999999.. is equal to 1. Exactly. Not approximately. Not as a rounded number. 0.9999 (recurring) is exactly 1.
Question. How the fuck does that work?
I tried explaining it here:
Here’s another perspective on why .999... repeating is exactly equal to 1.
For any two distinct real numbers, we can always find a rational number strictly between them, i.e. that rational number must be able to be expressed as a terminating decimal or a repeating decimal. To be clear, that rational number is strictly between the two values; it is not allowed to be equal to either.
Suppose k is a rational number strictly between 1 and 0.9999.... If this is possible, then, I can write k exactly as either a decimal with finite digits, or I can write k as a repeating decimal. The problem is, there are no decimals with finite digits between 1 and 0.999... , and there is no way to write a repeating decimal that is greater than 0.999... and still less than 1. Either way, a k strictly between 1 and 0.999... does not exist. The only way this can be true is if those two numbers are not actually distinct. That is to say, 1 = 0.999.....
i truly appreciate how math seems like it’s this infallible always-true only-one-answer thing, when in reality math is just like: