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itâs that time fellas
I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember arenât the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.
Whoever fucked this up should be stabbed
Todayâs your lucky day
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ARE YOU OKAY CEASER
My mom just sent me this picture of my dogâŠI guess we got a lot of snow, then
update:
Great update
special delivery
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Guide to chess pieces
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I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?
FINE! I'll do it myself
I WAS SO GOOD AT THIS
Whatâs so awful and hope-eroding about the pandemic at this point is how consistently the value of life is cheapened before our eyes. The number of deaths go up. We are appalled and scared. The number of deaths go down, we talk about the economy. Hospital wards are full to bursting. The number of deaths go up. That number isnât as scary as it was. We can get through that. The number goes down. Itâs not zero. Itâs hundreds and thousands, but itâs less than before and there are profits to be made. The number goes up. Weâve seen worse. The numbers go by. We donât blink an eye anymore. Theyâre just numbers. The profits go up and the deaths go up and itâs business as usual. People are dying. People are always dying. It doesnât make your stomach drop anymore. The number goes down. The economy goes down. Add another covid booster shot, make the numbers go the right way. My neighbor gets evicted because he canât work anymore due to Covid side effects. Make him a number. People live out of their cars. But they didnât die, donât count them. Restaurants are open. Shops are open. People are dying. Itâs not scary anymore. 526 Covid deaths yesterday. Thatâs not so bad. This is normal. Itâs all numbers. 4.5 million dead around the world. How many is that? Is that a lot? I donât know anymore. I feel sick.
Millennial Sisyphus keeps entering all the information from his resume into the web form, only for it to delete everything when he tries to move to the next page. He just goes back and types it all up again, over and over again, forever, and he never gets a job.
Millennial Tantalus has been promised that his unpaid internship will become a paid position as soon as the company has space for him. Every week he sees their new job posting. Every week he asks his boss if he can have a real job. The boss shrugs apologetically and says heâll just have to make do with being paid in experience a little longer. He goes back and keeps working, over and over again, forever, and he never reaches the fruits of his labors.
Millennial Persephone canât get a job without a degree, but because she had to take out loans to pay for college, she must spend 1/3 of her life working just to pay them off.
Millennial Cassandraâs title is Social Media Coordinator, she was hired to be the expert, but every time she tries to explain the problems in her companyâs social media decisionmaking, the managers donât listenâŠand end up hiring expensive PR flacks to repair the damage to their reputation when things blow up exactly as she predicted.
Millennial Medusa uses multiple shades of primer and opaque foundation to cover the scars snaking across her face, hiding the bruises, aligning the asymmetry in her broken nose and jaw. Red matte on the lips, green shimmer on the lids. Flawless liner on the first try. Sheâs had lots and lots of practice. She films her transformation in secret for all to see and learn, and again, men are turned to anonymous stone faces screaming in horror. âLiar!â âWitch!â âTake her swimming on the first date!â These words do not discourage her. These words are a challenge. GlamGorgonXx posts another video.
Millennial Prometheus uploads another PDF to his site. Heâs lost track of the printing and edition of this textbook. He knows they just rearranged some of chapters then charge 150 dollars per copy, and the professor wrote the book himself. the ZIP fills uploads successfully, and he starts uploading the next one. He isnât afraid of the potential lawsuit. knowledge shouldnât held out of reach like this.Â
Millennial Circe screenshots all the lewd messages she gets from men on online dating sites and posts them on her very popular Instagram along with their pictures and usernames. When people accuse her of attempting to destroy their reputations, she insists sheâs just revealing them for the pigs they truly are.
Millennial Odysseus is starting to suspect thereâs something wrong with his GPSâŠ
GUYS I JUST SAW THIS ON TWITTER AND I AM DYING
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I scrolled through the notes on this post and my favorite has to be one mockingly accusing Madeline Miller (a Latin and Greek teacher with a Masters in Classics) of needing to do research and she wasnât a real writer like them.
Anyway when I read that line I immediately understood what she was trying to say.
Got this sweet ass tattoo today đ
Quick friendly suggestion: If somebody ever offers you a ride in a time machine, politely but firmly say NO. (Especially if they also offer you a bag of weed.)
Autumn is here, folks, and your local Iowan is here to remind you of the basic principles of Corn Maze Safety:
Make sure you go with a partner! You donât want to be alone and lost in the maze!
Take a map! You may want to try navigate on your own, but itâs best to keep a guide handy in case you lose your way!
Bring a water bottle with a sealed top! It will keep you hydrated, and the closed top will stop any water from spilling on the thirsty corn. Remember, thirsty corn is docile corn!
Wear long sleeves! Although dead leaves arenât quite as sharp as green leaves, they can still cut you. And they will, if you give them the chance.
If a stalk does draw blood, spill some water from your bottle on the ground near its roots and move on. Hopefully, the water will quench its thirst long enough for you to escape.
Be careful what you eat before you go into the maze! Avoid cornstarch, corn syrup, and all corn products. The corn can smell itself in your blood.
Remember, scarecrows are there for YOUR protection. As long as the corn thinks youâre with others, it wonât make any sudden moves.
If you see a scarecrow wave, wave back. It gets lonely, and you will too if youâre not kind.
If you are alone in a cornfield, pretend youâre talking to a friend! The plants have ears, but no eyes, and they are easily fooled. Get out before they catch wise!
The breeze is lying to you; donât listen to it. It cannot lead you home.
If youâre lost, look to the sun for directions, not the shadows. The shadows like to watch you struggle.
Never, ever walk off the provided paths! The paths are safe routes carefully created by the farmer. If you leave the path, you may never see it again.
Keep an eye on the time while wandering! You donât want to be in a cornfield after dark. You really donât.
In a pinch, many people try praying to the Harvest God for assistance. This is often a poor choice; youâre just as likely to be harvested as you are to be helped.
If you see a single green corn stalk among the brown, turn around. You donât want to know how it keeps itself warm in the cold.
Remember, Corn Mazes can be fun autumnal activities if youâre careful! Just follow these simple rules and youâll almost certainly make it home.
I drink poison just because it doesnt hurt me and it makes you so mad