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donât you just hate it when đ
um. sorry wait a minute [grabs mic]
can the owner of the blue honda civic move their car please. itâs blocking my post.
To my understanding, show dogs and racehorses have the same kind of a "no two animals with the same exact name in the registry" rule, so they have to get creative with the official names.
And that's why pedigree show dogs have full legal names like Lotus Farms' Pilgrim's Light (answers to the name "Piggy"), and champion race horses have names like Cocaine Canoe Nutcracker Supreme (answers to no man nor god).
Dick: *tapping glass with spoon* Bruce: Yes, Dick? Would you like to say something? Dick: I would yes. Family, I gathered you all here- Jason: You didn't gather anyone. We all came because Alfred asked us to. Dick: Ah-hm. I gathered you all here to make an important announcement. I am now a father. Bruce: *Choking on his drink* Tim: *Waking from his face-down nap in the soup* Jason: *Falling over from where he was leaning in his chair* Steph: *Gasping around the food she stuffed into her cheeks like a squirrel* Damian: *Scratching his plate by accident from shock* Cass: Congratulations. Dick: Thank you Cass! Would you like to meet Danny? Cass: Yes. Dick: *Clapping his hands* Alfred: *Bursting into the room, pushing an old-style baby carriage and Walking on Sunshine blaring from the speaker clip to his belt* I present The Baby. Dick: Meet my little boy! Danny Grayson! *Holding up a five-month-old child in his arms* I made him! Bruce bursting into tears: He's beautiful! Bravo! Bravo Dick, this is the best thing you ever made. I'm a grandpa! Jason: Made him with whom? Dick: Wally! Or a version of Wally. Danny is from a different dimension, and Wally was a woman over there named Maddie, but that universe got blown up. The Time God of their timeline saved Danny by sending this little bundle of joy to me in a dream. Wally showed up after the SpeedForce told him about the baby, and now we're co-parenting Danny. Tim: That's a lot to unpack from Bruce sobbing in happiness, to Alfred showing up with theme music to you and your best friend being parents. I don't know where to start. Damian: I do. Why has West not approached the family for your hand in marriage yet? Dick: There wasn't time Dami. We got Danny this morning. Damian:Â That's no excuse. The man runs fast enough to turn back time. Obviously, he is unfit to raise my nephew. I must make Danny a child of a single father. Bruce, between sobs: Kill the speedster. Dick: No.
Please don't repost to other sites. I wanted to draw a comic based on this screenshot I saw earlier! It was super fun to do, I want to make more text post-based comics! I think Alfred is so silly...! I have been seeing a lot of art fight stuff and it looks so fun!
You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended
many of you weren't on the internet in the days before voice chat, before youtube, and don't know what it was like to hear someone roll the dice on pronouncing 'meme' out loud in real life. I heard mem. I heard mee-mee. I heard maim. I heard may-may. you weren't there you don't understand.
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"nonbinary people are just confused" YOURE DAMN RIGHT IM CONFUSED. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHATS GOING ON ANYMORE. WHO THE FUCK IS THIS XEHANORT GUY AND WHY ARE THERE FOUR OF HIM
i hate this series
Thank you @catpella for this fun commission, and for agreeing to share !
CARBUNCLE COLORING SHEETS!
If anyone else would like to color these carbuncle sheets please tag me! Iâd love to see your creations!
The consequence of corporate greed
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Any big tech company born after 1993 canât do digital tapestry all they know is planned obsolescence, sell personal information and spy
Masturbation memories: A SEX TOY GIVEAWAY!
Itâs been 14 years since I sat in my college dorm room and typed up my very first sex toy review. My blog is now a teen, the same age I was when I fell in love with a girl for the first time. Should I be asking my blog about its sexuality? Honey, you know you can come to me with anything.
I could yammer on about how different everything was back in 2007, because BOY WAS IT, but there are more pressing matters here, such as getting free sex toys into your hands! Iâve gathered 50 prizes for this giveaway, and I canât wait to bestow them upon you.
Enter to win now! (ends 10/27)Â
The first known fan-created AMV received its public debut in 1982.
Internet access became available to the general public in 1994 (it had previously been restricted to university campuses, military bases, and certain other specialised venues).
For all intents and purposes, AMVs as a medium of expression pre-date the Internet by over a decade. Though theyâre often thought of as a cultural phenomenon of the early 2000s, the medium was twenty years old by that point â the early 2000s is simply when home Internet connections reached the point of being fast and stable enough that distributing AMVs online became feasible, particularly once YouTube entered the picture in 2005.
If youâve ever wondered why AMVs seemed to just pop into existence as a fully realised art form circa 2000, well, the reason might be that thereâs two decades of history youâre not seeing.
I remember getting music videos on VHS by mail when I was in high school in the early 1990s. Technically they werenât AMVs because they were X-Files, not anime, but a pen pal in the X-Files fandom had access to an AV lab at her school and would edit episode clips down into music videos set to her favorite tunes using a dual-VCR setup. Iâve done music videos with modern-day editing software and looking back I canât imagine how dedicated she must have been to manage it the way she did.Â
A lot of them probably wouldn't last at your job
Last year I had an internship at a fancy office during the day, and a food service job at night. One of the ladies at the office told me she needed a part-time job for some extra cash, and I let her know about an opening in my food service job, described what would be expected, all of that.Â
Guys. She quit after one (1) shift, called me the next day, and ranted, âYou never told me it was going to be that hard, is that what you do every night?! Iâm not 20 anymore, Iâm 50, I canât believe they only pay you $9.50/hr to do all that work!â [For the record, I had coworkers who were 65+]
She was shocked when I explained that yeah, most food service jobs require you to stock heavy boxes, work the register, and learn to cook/prep food, then clean up before you go home. It never occurred to her that people who âjust flip burgersâ actually have demanding jobs.Â
âIâm going to have to be extra nice to those people from now on!â Like yeah, no shit?
Iâve told this story before Iâm sure, but when I got my first office job and escaped retail hell, I tended to stay at my desk on my breaks. My manager, well-meaning, passed by and reminded me to make sure I took my breaks and got up and got away from my desk regularly.
I kinda laughed and said âTanya, I worked retail before this. This entire job is a break, to me. I get to sit down all day. Just let me enjoy that.â
And I still think about it sometimes when Iâm in the breakroom in the morning. How I have the unspeakable luxury to take my coffee cup, go to the kitchen, wash the cup out, pour myself a new cup of coffee, chat with coworkers if anyoneâs in the breakroom while Iâm doing that, and then head back to my desk before I really *start* my day. Without worrying that Iâm going to get in trouble or be seen as slacking off. As opposed to the rushed âtoss your purse in a locker, clock in, and get out on the floor and start cleaning things/helping customers/fixing signage/etc.â start-of-shift routine from my retail days.
When I switched from retail to a job that used my degree, I didnât know what to DO with my suddenly hour-long lunch. I had to un-learn snarfing my food so fast I got hiccups. I slowly realized I had time to *drive* somewhere to get lunch sometimes instead of bringing food from home or walking to the restaurant next door. Everything slows down when youâre not in retail/food industry, and itâs endlessly frustrating how people who never worked it treat those industries as âlazyâ and âinferiorâ and ânot a REAL jobâ. It is, real, HARD, work, and the people in it who arenât physically ill from stress are superhuman.
Not me crying & dreaming about leaving my retail job
nonlocal area code = hang up. obvious telemarketer
local area code = hang up. this one is also a telemarketer but trying to be sneaky
never answer the phone ever
this is why everyone on this website is a virgin
Iâm not gonna fuck the telemarketer man
They're gonna put a spell on you.
this has the set dressing of a childrenâs show, the outfits of a porn movie, and the video quality and general aura of a cryptid sightingÂ
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ES EL ZORRO CHINO!!!! LMAOOOOO