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tagging my comedic post #goofs to make sure the jokes fandom can find it. or whatever
No Children rules unbelievably on its own merits but it rules especially as the 7th track on Tallahassee. Right in the middle of this horror story there's a lively tongue-in-cheek duet that sounds like it's being played in a bar and it's horrible but it's all fun and romantic and then you have 7 songs left and two of them are See America Right and Oceanographer's choice. Greatest album ever written.
This is an awesome take, people will want to kill you for saying this but you're more right than wrong
A bread is one of the most vulnerable animals on earth of all time. It can die in a number of different ways, which include being smashed, being old, being rottened, being crumpled up, getting too hot, having water put on it, and having water not on it but being in the air a lot (the water (mist)). The bread’s favorite way to die is being eaten, but the world is a complicated place, and it does not care for what the bread wants, and so it dies in a variety of ways which are not the preference of the bread.
Humans are considered the bread’s natural predator, and also, are the bread’s mommy (make/give birth to the bread). Humans are a large species of ant or plant or ele phant with two grasping appendages which they use to give birth to the bread. They also have one hole which eats the bread, and some other holes, which the bread is not allowed near, generally.
Some bread can go in the fridge. Some bread has fruit in it. Scientists don’t know why, as putting fruit in the bread is considered yucky, and scientists have difficulty imagining an organism that likes yucky things.
There is the anteater, which is an organism that likes yucky things, but scientists do not need to imagine it, because it is real.
No Children rules unbelievably on its own merits but it rules especially as the 7th track on Tallahassee. Right in the middle of this horror story there's a lively tongue-in-cheek duet that sounds like it's being played in a bar and it's horrible but it's all fun and romantic and then you have 7 songs left and two of them are See America Right and Oceanographer's choice. Greatest album ever written.
Lex Get Bald Tonight
I think movies need more sex and i also think that actors need to be uglier and less in shape
Do you hate children yes or no
Leaving my previous role in the Student Slacker Mill to enter full-time employment at the Don't Kill Yourself Factory
We here at Tumblr have noticed everyone has very strong feelings about every post on this site being changed to a picture of Lex Luthor from The CW's Smallville with the words "Lex Get Bald Tonight" over it. To this we say: we're listening. we hear you. and we couldn't give a rat's ass what you think. Get out there and start balding.
We here at Tumblr have noticed everyone has very strong feelings about every post on this site being changed to a picture of Lex Luthor from The CW's Smallville with the words "Lex Get Bald Tonight" over it. To this we say: we're listening. we hear you. and we couldn't give a rat's ass what you think. Get out there and start balding.
middle aged woman by herself drinking a glass of wine and reading a book in the cafe of the arthouse cinema, she's the greatest of us
video game with a flaccid -> boner meter in the ui but the whole game it never changes at all and nothing makes the boner meter go up so youre jusg aware of the protags flaccid penis the whole time for no good reason
to be clear in my thinking this would only work in a completely nonsexual game, of course it Could have a function in some sort of porn game depending on the sorta porn youre going for but thats not really my idea here. this concept only works to me if its completely useless and unrelated & the protag isnt even sexualized even a little bit, otherwise i think it loses its charm. you just have to know about their penis and you have to wonder why the entire game and you have to try and figure that out until you realize theres no reason and youre just aware of their penis because the dev is probably fucked in the head or something like that. and then by that point youve reached the highest level of connection possible with a game developer aside from maybe ambushing them from behind and drinking all their blood until they die. and thats how we fix the gaming industry
Oh I KNOW an involuntary psyche hold HATES to see Dr Robby Robinavitch coming
My flatmate who I can sometimes stand: *inaudible*
My flatmate who I wish to kill: what was that?
My flatmate who I can sometimes stand: *louder inaudible*
My flatmate who I wish to kill: oh yeah juice and toothpaste is terrible
My flatmate who I can sometimes stand: yeah
in 15 years Timmy is gonna win an Oscar for some dull slop movie that no one cares about, and some time between now and then Michael B Jordan will lose for an underappreciated career-best so that we can give another Oscar to an asshole who won't deserve it, as is the way of the Oscars
it really is poetry to me i like it so much. the bold expressiveness of the all caps like the narrator is trying to say something with so much force its almost yelling. it's economical in its word count but evocative and impactful. such a pleasing natural rhythm to the first line, the simple short syllables of ate a big bag followed by the hard cts of factory reject seeds, and then the thoughtful pause to linger on the beautiful image of a healthy flower unfurling, life thriving despite the rejection of capitalist industry... followed by the anticlimactic, undignified ending, no sugarcoating it - the narrator dies. because of their own foolishness, but there's beauty and feeling to the foolishness, too. i mistook the sensation for love... suggesting that the narrator is not familiar enough with love or being loved to know what it feels like, and the physical pains that must accompany a flower growing inside you are the closest thing they've experienced. perhaps it was sympathy for the rejected seeds that led them to eat them in the first place. the idea that the flower taking root in their chest was not love, though it seems loving to eat rejected seeds in the first place, and loving to grow and flourish inside someone else... but maybe these are loves that are fundamentally incompatible and can't be counted as love if they lead to death for the narrator, while the flower is still healthy and growing. a parasitic relationship instead of an equal one. shovel2 should have a nobel prize in literature
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Biggest asshole in the ER award goes to da Pitt's most suicidal doctor