Screwin Around

A place where I'll just doodle and answer questions.

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Lil late, but haven't slept yet

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Day 3 Week 1

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April 6th only book, day 2

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My challenge to draw different things I see on the internet every day to help possibly start getting good at drawing.

[20-sanders-sided-die]

Thomas [DM]: One of the guards places a table before the door for you to place your weapons on.

Deceit ooc: I guess I place my dagger on it... it's all I have...

Logan: Staff, short sword... books?

Roman: Books aren't weapons.

Roman ooc: I say as I place down my sword on the table.

Remus: If you throw them hard enough they are!

Remus ooc: I slam by morning star onto the table.

Thomas: it dent's a bit.

Logan: You don't throw books!

Patton: bye bye knife and staff.

Virgil: ....

Deceit: Cade, your weapons...

Virgil: Ugh fine.

Virgil ooc: I will place my two daggers on the table, and then take out a sword from my bag of holding, and a couple throwing stars, throwing knives, a crossbow, a short sword.

Roman: ... wow...

Virgil ooc: And a Glaive, and a few bombs, and fire crackers.

Remus: How much stuff do you got in there!?

Virgil: Too MUCH!

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I’m telling you elephants are chill motherfuckers. They fucking love being helpful. They once defended a man with heatstroke from a truck that came to rescue him. They knew he was sick, laying against a tree for shade. They were watching over him and petting him, and they threatened to charge the vehicle for coming towards him. Another person passed out, and elephants cried over her and buried her body in a traditional elephant funeral. (Piling branches on her). And were quite spooked when she got up later. And an elephant was helping workers to put logs in holes for a wall. On one hole, the elephant absolutely refused to set the log in, despite being punished and goaded. Turns out there was a sleeping dog in the hole.

There are so many good elephants stories. They will even help zookeepers wash other elephants– literally, a zookeeper can be like “[Name 1], please wash [Name 2]” and he will go wash that elephant correctly. Listen guys. Not only are elephants people, but they’re largely better people than us. I’m 10000% serious.

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when humans go extinct i’m pretty sure elephants will be able to restore our planet’s reputation

[jennphoenix]

Great. Now I want a pet elephant.

[sanzyfresherthanyou]

I had an idea on the way to school sexuality flag gummies each sexuality flag as a gummy the stripes would be pull and peel with different flavors for each stripe many of my friends thought it was actually a cool idea reblog if you would buy these gummies i wanna see if other people like the idea

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[sanzyfresherthanyou]

What is the best way you're OC's would describe Foro?

FINALLY  i finally got to it

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I have no idea why this is a thing now

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The Day I got Titled as The Unicorn

Here it is, the story that I have held back from the majority of public view for the past seven months. As a Walmart cart pusher, I have a few things I need to do at our local, oven-baked, Walmart. I push carts up the hill to the best of my extent (as I am not allowed to use the cart mule to push the carts), I do carry-outs, and I occasionally (if they need me to) stock the registers with bags. Everything is fine and dandy. Until one day I misheard something. I have a bad obsessive case of A.D.D. It has not helped in some cases. I also have bad hearing occasionally as I have been known to have ear problems periodically throughout the day. With this being said, our story begins on an oddball shift in the morning, I was tired and hadn’t wanted to wake up at six in the morning to go to work, but there I was, going at it anyway. So I push a couple rows of carts up to the front when I get called on the radio (by name of course as I am the only one there at that time) to stock the registers as there isn’t anyone else available to do so. I manage to get finished with that in about fifteen or so minutes and begin to head back outside when I get called on a carry-out. This frustrates me as I could be pushing the carts, keeping them up until someone who can use the mule arrived, but I am a nice person sometimes, so I went over to good old Register 9. There was a lady there that had a hard to understand accent, so between the bad hearing of myself, and her accent, this was the following conversation:

Register 9 Lady: Ah! You’re here, he just went outside the door with the unicorn”

Myself: Wait, the unicorn?

R9L: Yes, the unicorn, quickly, go!

So I walked outside the GM side door mumbling to myself about this search for this unicorn. There was some people next to me questioning if I was possibly drunk or on drugs, and had I not been questioning this myself, I probably would have laughed.

I then spotted one of the carts we use for the carry-outs and I jogged over, to see on top of the cart were bags of deer corn. I helped the customer load the corn into his truck and brought the cart back inside and told some of my co-workers the story. They then titled me The Unicorn. I even bought a little unicorn attachment to go on my badge for that nickname. So now I have an amazing story, a cool nickname/attachment, and a great remark when someone asks what I’m doing on my lunch, my response always is, “Lookin fer unicorns.”

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