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I HAVE RECEIVED
ANOTHER
FUCINKG
WORM
I've learned (the hard way) that Vice sings a special song when he's bringing me a fresh worm. This song is called Get The Dustpan.
i do not want it
one of my friends in a discord server was talking about how they were nervous about their first scheduled acupuncture appointment. another friend offered to do a tarot reading for them. sent this picture.
basically what were gonna do is blog
āi must be faking this for attentionā thinks the girl who isnāt even telling anyone about it
everyone more pretentious than me is an insufferable poseur and everyone less pretentious than me is a clueless philistine
romantic and sexual partner.
iāve invented a new microwave its called microwave 2. it randomly makes your food colder 9% of the time. donāt worry iāve already entered your home and replaced your old microwave with it. im very good at technology
this is about googleās ai overview
gonna be real i thought this was just about normal microwaves
please behold the 24 Hours of Lemons race, in which you can only spend $500 total on a car to cross country race for 24 hours
named after the legendary 24 hour Le Mans race, Lemons rallies barely legal cars in an endurance race across America. had the privilege of sharing the freeway with this race and seeing the absolute art od this event
This is so American I could CRY
oh this is nothing. some of my favorite lemons entries are:
an airplane stuck on a toyota minivan
this miata built by rocket scientists
the mr2 boat
the nyan cat bmw that i think actually played the song at all times
the homer simpson car built by uranium workers
this limo whose brakes caught on fire
the dumbest corolla and supra wearing funny hats
and so much more. 24 hours of lemons my beloved
im so sorry that you're doomed by the narrative but i really need you to answer my message on Microsoft Teams
the thing about job searching is i see all these job postings and im like i dont wanna do any of this for any of you
i'm trying to save money but oh my god. jesus christ
Youāre a regular office worker born with the ability to āseeā how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
You decide itās best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. Heās a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?
You extend your hand. āI noticed youāre new here. Whatās your name?ā
He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if heās looking right through you. āThe nameās Clark,ā he says. āSo, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?ā
This one wins.
Itās been a few weeks, and one of Clarkās friends shows up.Ā Sheās pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out.Ā First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.
Clarkās introducing her around.Ā Ā āThis is my good friend, Diana, sheās in from out of town.ā
You blink, and take a step back in fear.Ā Youāve never seen an 11 before.
The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you canāt help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.
Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses youāre 99% sure he doesnāt actually need, and asks tentatively,Ā āEverything all right?ā
You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.
Thatās it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way thatĀ Brucie Wayne is a 10.
At this point, youāve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldnāt be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.
He was an 8.
The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.
There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. Thatās when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didnāt notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.
I donāt think Iāve ever actually reblogged this magnificent post and thatās shame.
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do it scared. do it stupid. but most importantly, do it bitching and moaning the entire time
it would suck being a new immortal. like itād be 2109 and people would go,Ā āwhat was it like seeing ancient civilizations rise and fall like that? seeing the pyramids being built? watching the expansion and growth of the new world?ā and iād just be like,Ā ānoā¦no i was born in 1991. so like, wow iām gonna see some cool stuff, but, i mean iām not that much older than just a really, really old person, you know? phones were big back then. so big. but only for like ten years, then they got like, as good as they are now. uh. rhinos existed. donāt think i ever saw one in person. cool, good talk.ā
even worse, imagine being an immortal who keeps missing stuff.Ā āWhat was it like seeing the pyramids being built?ā āFuck if I know, I was in Madagascar.ā āOh, okay. Well, how was the Renaissance?ā āI fell down a hole in Scotland and people thought I was an enchanted well for four hundred years, it was over by the time I convinced someone to get me out.ā
And now, a lesson in biases:
We barely know anything about Madagascar pre-500CE. We donāt even know whether the island had a permanent population before then, despite finding a bunch of much older signs of temporary human presence.
Malagasy mythology makes mention of the vazimba, a āprecursorā ethnic group that might or might not be distinct from Madagascarās current population.
The point is, we do not know.
So you were in Madagascar when the pyramids were being built in Egypt, i.e. during one of the most obscure, most undocumented parts of Madagascarās human history?
Oh, buddy, you better go and make a bunch of anthropologists and archeologists really happy RIGHT NOW instead of feeling bad about missing everyone elseās pet Major Event.
Itās been a decade since we left that comment and you have the best reply anyoneās left to it.
Besides, the trick to being immortal for this long is to NOT be around when the big bad shit goes down
the weather determines if Iām going to be evil
i just wanna do nothinggggg ššššš which is like what im already doing but i wanna do it in a way that doesnt actively ruin my life šššššššššš