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dude: we have to
GF: we could just…pretend and make noises by the wall–
dude: *popping cap on lube* No other choice
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todays bird
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noise dept.

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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
One Nice Bug Per Day

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SPITE
dude: we have to
GF: we could just…pretend and make noises by the wall–
dude: *popping cap on lube* No other choice
Legends only
Best game
I LOVE this game because it’s like 7-8 people all participating in a game to entertain ONE big dog and that’s amazing
Always reblog
As a former zookeeper we would hear this a lot. “If you don’t study hard you’ll end up cleaning poop for a living.” It’s the one time we’re allowed to go off on the visitors. I once heard my boss rant for five minutes at a lady, in front of her kids, about how he had a Master’s degree, how people literally worked there for free, and how dare she judge people without bothering to know anything about them. Later that day his boss came by and said, roughly, “She told us what happened. Thanks for not throwing anything this time.”
I can count on one hand the amount of times I have gone off on people, but employment snobbery gives me the rage. I was showing the new kid how to use the fry scoop at McDonald’s “.. like this, and then just sort of hold it perpendicular and give it one tap..”
And the new kid sniggered “isn’t perpendicular a bit of a big word for McDonald’s?”
Something in me was just so annoyed by this 16yr old who was learning to work right next to me and somehow felt above us? Fuck that shit. I pointed at the people just on the floor and went off, “she’s a 4th year law student, she’s the primary career for her terminally ill daughter, he raises 100,000 for charity every year, she manages 3 stores and more than £16mil in turnover a year. What the fuck do you do?”
He just sort of mumbled “I didn’t know”
“you shouldn’t have to know, you’re not better than us. So. You tap it once and then move it here to release…”
“I didn’t know.”
“You shouldn’t have to know,”
I thought a new palette had dropped
do you love the color of the moon
You KNOW they messy...the way they all tuned tf in to find out 👀😂😂
mans in the back breaking his neck for the tea 😭
I didn’t even peep 💀💀
I am obsessed with this.
So because parkour is such a ridiculously male dominated sport, the "correct technique" for a lot of these movements that you're taught when you become an instructor plays to a male body's strengths: upper body strength, higher center of gravity, etc.
She demolishes this course by moving in ways that make sense for her body. She doesn't muscle her way up to her over a wall, she just throws a leg up over the wall. She doesn't use upper body strength to do the salmon ladder, she uses her hips!!! And it's fucking incredible.
So many girls and young women walk away from parkour because every movement caters to the strengths of men, because doing what makes sense for their bodies is seen as "bad technique" to be trained away.
If pre-transition me had seen this I would have cried tears of joy.
The salmon ladder was where I lost it, like how do even conceptualize trying it that way 😮😮😍
this image is probably the most accurate visual representation of the United States education system
Oh boy.
Do I have a story for you…
So this is the iconic and beloved clock of Moszkva square in Budapest, Hungary. Or more precisely it was.
It was a very popular meeting point for generations.
„2pm on Moszkva, under the clock?” „sure” It was in the middle of the square, so you could see each other pretty easily from anywhere.
When they „renovated” (rebuilt) and renamed the square that is now called Széll Kálmán tér (only by youngsters and tourists who don’t know any better - it will remain for a lot of us „the Moszkva”) the old clock was removed.
So. Removing the clock was very controversial, but it had to go, because someone dreamed about a new shiny one. Here it is. New, and weird and DIGITAL.
The problem is, it stopped working. For days. (you see, fixing it was time-consuming…) And they came and fix it. But it broke down in a couple of days again and again, so the lovely people around helped to fix it. Some of the best solutions:
Graffity: ?Is this a clock? No" and Where is the old clock? Furthermore, on the clock it states that it shows the right time.
An artistic rendition:
But my favorite one is where people got enough of the breaking down abomination, and the heartless people taking down the actually working clocks (it is a very busy square with a lot of public transport connections), and things escalated quickly:
I think this is the most of them we had taped on at once.
The papers state: In memoriam of the unknown time. Rest in Peace
So… I guess, Hungarians do.
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I taught my kid that swear words (important note: this does not include derogatory names for groups of people) are just words that can carry a social consequence. When you are a child, this consequence isn’t on you, as much as it is on your parents, who are responsible for you. As such, parents usually just ask their kids not to swear. Instead of that, I told him to ask me before he swore so I could explain the potential social consequences and we could make the decision together. So far, he’s asked a handful of times if he could swear at Trump while we watched the news. I found this perfectly acceptable, so he got to say “Fuck trump”. Once when he dislocated his knee, he asked to swear - I said yea, he yelled “HOLY SHIT OUCH” and I asked if it made him feel better, he said it did. Once in traffic someone almost hit us and he asked to swear, I said yes - he said “That guy is an ASSHOLE” and I was like, yeah. 100% he was. He’s never asked to swear at a time that I felt was inappropriate. I have 0 regrets about this parenting decision.
Just a reminder that Vincent van Gogh did not eat yellow paint to make himself feel happy, he ate paint, and drank different chemicals because he was suicidal and this is why he was not allowed in his studio while having breakdowns. He also did not paint starry night and his other great works because he was depressed, he painted most of them while he was in recovery and demonstrated his hopefulness and love of the world through this. Most of his great works were painted from his room at a hospital. Van Gogh’s depression should not be glorified. His hope and effort toward a better life, as well as his recovery from depression should be glorified.
If I may add, he did not cut off his own ear, he went into a manic depressive state and got into a fight with a friend who cut off part of his ear by accident. It’s unsure if he actually did commit suicide (he was shot in the stomach, and he was seen getting into a fight with some boys earlier that day), but nonetheless, he lived a sad and painful life, not one to admire. He only sold one piece when he was alive, his mother destroyed every painting of his that she had and constantly reminded him he couldn’t replace his older brother Vincent, a baby who died a year before our Vincent came to the world. He admitted himself into asylums on multiple occasions. He traded paintings people considered garbage just for a sandwich or a single beer, paintings that are now worth millions were once traded for a goddamn sandwich. He was disrespected, called weird and insane. He would have had painted 6-7 paintings a week when he was feeling good before going into depressive states and not painting for weeks or even months. He worked hard, trying to get better. His pain shouldn’t be glorified, but his recovery, his desire to keep going should.
When I grow up I wanna be upper middle class.
I want like… a condo. And enough money to go on vacation sometimes. And maybe a mug.
bro look at thrift stores or garage sale for mugs
i once got a set of four cat mugs for a dollar. one of the best days of my life so far
Maybe I’m tired of going to thrift stores for mugs. Maybe I’m tired of the $5 target mugs. Maybe I want a really nice mug. Not like five hundred nice mugs. Just like… one or two would be nice. You know? Maybe I’d hang one on my wall. I think I’d like that. Owning a wall.
@what-even-is-thiss
Go to any streets that close for art events, you’ll find at least 1 good potter selling their wares there
I got the cup I use for my bathroom at Las Olas, Florida for their art fair a few years back, it was like $15ish but the potter had a set all in the same color combo of a bowl, 2 sized plates and 2 different mugs. I just wanted the one small cup but I’ve got the card somewhere
At the same art fair a year or two later a different potter was there selling his stuff and that’s who I got one of my tea mugs from for like again $15isb
Again, people are misunderstanding my actual desires represented by the mug.
There you go.
“Mom,I got superpower!”
Stuff like this never gets old.
This is how humans should human.
Lorde vs other celebs on hot ones
narcissus at the pond
WAIT THE REFLECTION LOOKED BACK AT THE END
the what
btw… important PSA: cutting off the mold on the surface of food does nothing. you can only see the spores on the surface, but mold itself has spread and grown roots into the food. by the time you can actually *see* the spores, that piece of food is completely full of it. youre still eating mold.
many of which are poisonous and have been shown to cause cancer. youre not even supposed to sniff it, because that can get spores into your lungs. like if you look up the health and safety guidelines for mold they barely stop short of telling you to put on a hazmat suit.
like produce is okay as long as you cut around it at least an inch, but cooked foods? you gonna die. stop eating mold people
does that include bread
Here’s the USDA mold chart
VERY IMPORTANT INFO FRIENDOS!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am screaming lmao also this reminds me of @rosewater1997
@kingofthewilderwest
I really do love that people have legitimately always just been people. Like how many angry breakup texts have their been that end with “Come get your stuff or I’m donating it to goodwill”? People never change.
The concubine after reading this:
This is my new breakup format
Fuck him and his harem. I hope Nisaba made you #1 wife, baby
screaaaming me
“pick up your flax shawls and sandals or else I will donate them to the temple of the moon god” idk why but this bit in particular is SENDING me humans have literally always been the same
My favorite kind of Adultier Adults™ are those who actively try, like really really try, to understand millennial and GenZ humor but just can’t q u i t e get it, and turn it into something 10x funnier
Me over the phone in bad traffic: Oh, I can move again, the road work is done
My grandpa: Uh I sure hope it isn’t
Me:
Gramps:
Me: Did-
Gramps: Did I do it right
Me with my grandpa again: What’cha doing?
Gramps: making a video of seven seconds of joy
Me, frightened: gramps?
Gramps: *Sends a 7-second video of himself eating Almond Joy* Can you put it on vine for me
Me, choking up, not willing to tell him it’s gone: S-Sure
Me, to my Grandmother over the phone: I don’t know gramma, I don’t know if English is a degree that suits me.
Gramma: But you’ve always loved writing!
Gramps, screaming for the other side of their apartment, just audible over the phone: THAT’S HER OPINIIIOOOOOONNNNNNN!
(Over the phone at like 22:30) Me: Man I am just exhausted but can’t find any sleeping aids, are there any left from when you-
Gramps: It’s the sleeping time
Me: yeah?
Gramps: So it’s the time to sleep?
Me: …. yes?
Gramps: Might I suggest you put head on pillow and sleep?
Me, finally realizing: You watch tiktoks. YOU watch TIKTOK.
Gramps: Just get some warm milk, you cretin
Gramps: *Hangs up*
Me, staring at my phone in disbelief: WH Y
Me, over Skype: Hey gramps did you get the birthday box I sent you? You wanna know what’s in it?
Gramps: DIS BOX EMPTY! WHEAT!
Gramps: *Softly tosses the box onto the couch*
Me: Wh. Wheat.
They tryin and I hope nobody ever tells them they were wrong.
so cute. just. so cute.
The Mitchells vs the Machines (2021) dir. by Michael Rianda & Jeff Rowe