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How much is a billion?

Recently, LeBron James bought a super mansion for 23 million dollars.

A Lamborghini Venano is 4.5 million.

This private island in the Bahamas cost 20 million.

This Private Jet- a Bombardier Lear Jet is 3 million.

The most expensive horse ever sold was 9 million.

This loft mansion in New York is 43 million.

So, you could buy LeBron James’s mansion, a Lamborghini, a private island, a private jet, the most expensive horse ever, and a loft mansion in New York, and it would all cost you 102 million dollars.

With a BILLION? You could do that nearly 10 more times (You’d have to forgo the 10th Mansion, OR the 10th private island to stay in budget.)

So no. No one needs that. No one needs enough wealth to own 9 mansions, 10 Lamborghinis, 10 private jets, 10 of the most expensive horses ever to exist, and 10 loft mansions in New York.

No one needs a billion dollars.

funkyfartmaster

the best pranks are the super harmless ones

like why would you pull someones pants down in public or like put them in danger or humiliate them when you can just baffle them by leaving tiny plastic camels all over their house or taping bill cosby’s face over every single face in every picture in their house?

jaberwockinthesun

Last year the seniors had a mariachi band follow the principle for 3 hours

killervanilla

Confuse, don’t abuse ;)

amazingbees

MY NEW MOTTO

latter-ace-saint

The best prank I ever pulled was to a college roommate. April 1st was approaching, and I told my roommate that I was going to prank him. He responded that he had classes that morning and afternoon and a gaming group that night and that we wouldn’t even see each other that day. I responded that his room wasn’t going anywhere. He said he would just lock his room and there was nothing I could do about it.

What he didn’t know is that I had a key to his room.

So, on the evening of April 1, I unlocked his door, left it barely ajar, and did absolutely nothing else.

When my roommate got back that night, I heard him go to his door, say “oh no” in a horrified way, and carefully enter his room.

He then spent a good hour searching his room (fruitlessly, obvs) for pranks.

I’ll never do better than that.

glorious-spoon

The graduating class before mine (I went to a fairly small school, so this was a graduating class of about 70 people) all brought marbles with them to graduation. When the superintendent handed them their diplomas and shook their hands, each graduate handed him a marble in turn. He had to start handing them over to the other people on the stage when his pockets filled up. By the end of the ceremony, there were about five men in suits with the pockets full of marbles. It was lowkey hilarious, and I’m not usually a fan of pranks.

fckin-deactivated20171107

I’m thinking about her

eclipsebykimlipmp3-deactivated2

forbidden fruit

isaacmemes

Why do grown ass adults want to eat Tide pods so much?

kitswulf

Because a ton of the visual/olfactory/textural sensory information these pods give me the match nutritionally-dense fruit. It’s got the oleic gleam of something high-fat like an avocado, but bright carotenoid-rich coloration like a berry that wants to be eaten by red-seeing primates and birds. It tends to smell sweet and slightly floral, enhancing that effect. Similarly, when you hold it, it is quite dense (denser than water), but very soft and liquid, once again reaffirming that this “fruit” has either high sugar or high fat content and almost no cellulose to it.

As a result, within me is a less-clever monkey just screaming to eat this delicious fruit in my hand about to go into the laundry, and it does in fact take willpower to tell him he’s a stupid monkey and this is a bubble of foul-tasting poison. But every time I do laundry, this fucking limbic monstrosity rises again and assures me it’s basically like a cherry but Even Better. I have legitimately debated just biting down on one in the hopes of inducing a deterrent memory to forestall this urge in the future, but that’s what my goddamn mammal-brain wants me to fucking do and I refuse to let it win.

baeron-tveit

surlydad76

It’s like going to see RENT and complaining about someone bringing up gay rights

ralphspina-blog1

I really enjoyed Jesus Christ Superstar until it got all religious :/

surlydad76

Next To Normal was great until they wouldn’t stop with all the mental illness stuff

ralphspina-blog1

You know what other show really shoehorned in politics where they weren’t needed? Evita.

jigglypuffsvevo

stolentweets

garkgatiss

#have you seem michelles arms #she dont need no help carrying a mini fridge

gnatsattack

I live in a world where Mewtew is quoted alongside Mother Teresa.

just-shower-thoughts

Why are girls embarrassed when in a bra and underwear yet eager to be in an even more revealing bikini?

thingofnewyork

Consent.

If a girl is out in her bikini, she wants to be seen. She is outside because she wants to be and she is showing her body because she wants to. If you catch a girl in her bra and underwear and she’s embarrassed, then she did not consent to be seen. You have violated her personal space at a time that she does not want to be seen.

In one scenario she’s chosen to show her skin and in the other she didn’t.

It’s not that hard to understand.

beaujes

ghostbusters are always like who are you gunna call? ghostbusters! but it’s hard enough to call the doctor’s office i’m not gunna call the ghostbusters i’d just live with a ghost in my house forever

will-write-for-food

It’s 2016. I should be able to text the ghostbusters.

beaujes

i’m gunna snapchat them the ghosts with the dog filter on them

carmillasleatherpants

i know that “the bfg” stands for “the big friendly giant” but you’re wrong if you think i dont read it as “the big fucking giant” every single time.

northgang

estradoll

Accurate depiction of fox news.

mohito-cookie-deactivated201708

It was 4 a.m. and I was crying. A lot. *Just Janto hugs, kisses, dances and love*

just-shower-thoughts

Most Atheists I know have put more effort into looking into religion than the religious people I know.

just-shower-thoughts

In the USA, it’s 100x cheaper to take an Uber to the hospital instead of an ambulance.

lachatteestvivante

I don’t know if this is true or.. Like, having to pay for an ambulance that is taking you to the hospital? That doesn’t make any sense. What kind of distopian world is that?

witwitch-deactivated20160508

It costs thousands of dollars to ride in an ambulance

ireallyluvdogs

In America some people with chronic health conditions like epilepsy literally have to wear medical IDs that say “don’t call an ambulance/911”. Some well-meaning person calling an ambulance for you will turn into a thousand (or couple thousand) dollars that YOU are on the hook for, even though you didn’t make the call. So, PSA: if you see someone having a seizure, look for a medical ID! You should only call an ambulance if: the person is elderly, pregnant, or the seizure lasts more than 4 minutes. Otherwise, wait for the seizure to pass, then ask the person if they want an ambulance when they regain consciousness.

numberoneblind

wtf

moonblossom

Oh my god what. Here in Quebec, if you call an ambulance for something they deem non-emergency, you get a bill later for like $180. But if it’s anything like a loss of consciousness, chest pains, labour, whatever, or if you’re in a public place and a a well-meaning samaritan calls 911, it’s paid for by the government. Seriously, everything about healthcare in the US makes me want to cry.

fenominus-blog

Imagine a world where you have to wear tags to tell people trying to help you that “It’s ok, don’t try to help, I can’t afford to pay if someone tries to save my life. I’ll just take my chances and hope it’s not life-threatening.”

kohenari

All day I’ve been trying to think about what to say about Donald Trump’s acceptance speech last night.

Obviously, I have my disagreements with the GOP platform when it comes to the rights of women, to LGBTQ individuals, to immigration, to the environment, to taxation, to separation of church and state, and a good deal more.

But beyond those disagreements, I realized as I watched that Mr. Trump was speaking to a group of people who see the world–and this country–in a fundamentally different way than I do.

He insists, and they believe, that we are desperately unsafe, that crime and violence are all around us, that our government is doing a very poor job of protecting us, and that even the police are powerless to stop the criminals who target us and them. He insists, and they believe, that vast hordes of Mexican murderers and Muslim terrorists are streaming or preparing to stream across our open borders and kill our loved ones. He insists, and they believe, that we have major economic problems and that we spend too much money on our international allies. He insists, and they believe, that America is being or has been stolen from the white Christians who made it great and that he is the only person capable of restoring America to its former glory.

This isn’t my America. This isn’t what I see when I look around.

Certainly we have a lot of work to do as a country; certainly there are many, many things we need to fix, including our politics; and certainly there are dangerous people out there. But in general things are pretty good, and certainly they are rosy when we compare things with the way they were in our not-so-distant past. Thankfully, there is actually less violent crime today than in the past; there are fewer police officers being killed in the line of duty; we are mostly shielded from terrorism, at least in part due to the governmental processes already in place to protect us.

So, as I watched thousands of people on their feet, voicing their approval for Trump as he hollered “We don’t want them in our country,” I realized it might be impossible for me to understand this. I might be in a position where all I could ever feel was fear and revulsion for this sort of thinking.

My family came to this country not so very long ago, survivors of the Nazi Holocaust who moved here from Israel for opportunities for their young children. As I listened to the full-throated approval for a presidential candidate playing on their fear of immigrants and refugees, insisting that THOSE people don’t belong in OUR country, I was reminded of Pastor Niemöller’s most famous quote:

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

I’m not a Mexican immigrant and I’m not a Muslim (whether a Syrian refugee or someone born in America). But I know my world history and my family’s history well enough to know that we must speak out and we must work against this notion that THOSE people make US less safe, take OUR jobs, make OUR country less safe, that THEY don’t belong HERE and that they’re taking OUR country away from US.

We must do this not only so that someone will be there to speak for us when we need them, but also because it is a moral imperative to speak out against the terrible lie that America belongs to a certain group of people and that the appropriate response to feelings of insecurity is to empower the government to lash out at anyone who isn’t part of that group.