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vilelithium

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vexheart

midnightinshadow

thyming

ofbetterbodies-deactivated20250

I’m stupid and bi and it’s all u need to know about me

paulfrankjuliusthemonkey

anyway. onto better things

rosiebitch

How do you tell your partner, that you want to marry one day, that you want to break up because his life you be so much better and less stressful without you?

rosiebitch

He’s actually just a huge man baby and doesn’t do anything around the house.

How do you tell your partner, that you want to marry one day, that you want to break up because his life you be so much better and less stressful without you?

theconcealedweapon

rpgremedies

purr-in-ink

Purrints&Purrtreon&Book😽

sleepordead

Sometimes the manifestation isn’t enough. It’s time to find a jar.

zevveli

I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

elsajeni

An occupational hazard of cab driving I had not previously considered

princessnijireiki

I love that the nola problem here is not “ghosts in my taxi cab,” but “ghosts are FUCKING BROKE DEAD BASTARDS & I GOT BILLS”

siderealsandman

Horror is when ghosts get into cabs and scare drivers Magical realism is when cab companies have to develop policies to prevent ghastly fare-theft

kc749

In a book about the tsunami in Japan in 2011, the writer talked about how there was a huge increase in reports of ghostly activity. Apparently in Japan treating ghosts rudely is basically considered the stupidest thing you could possibly do. For months after the tsunami, taxi drivers would pick up a passenger only to have them give an address in one of the devastated areas. The cab driver often looked up halfway to the destination to find their fare had disappeared. Not wanting to be impolite to the person (even if they were dead) they’d drive to the address, open the door to let them out, then drive away.