Feb 20
What am I giving up for lent?
Uh…
Hang on one moment.
*FURIOUSLY VOMITS UP THE SHATTERED REMAINS OF MY INNER THIGH BONE*
Aye, that’ll do it.
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from China
seen from El Salvador
What am I giving up for lent?
Uh…
Hang on one moment.
*FURIOUSLY VOMITS UP THE SHATTERED REMAINS OF MY INNER THIGH BONE*
Aye, that’ll do it.
"I felt nothing, but pity for this show. This small-minded, powerless, empty little show. Whatever malevolent force I have imagined to be at the heart, Mr. Birchum is entirely impotent. It's clawing at us, sneering… But it can't use the power at its fingertips. It doesn't understand what stories are or how to make them work. And in the end, it just ends up trying to copy the homework of other, better stories."
I was inspired to draw "The Embodiment of Mr. Birchum" from watching this review of Mr. Birchum and those lines in particular.
https://youtu.be/R25Eflr0oJ8?si=ivUqO8NOM48zXnnI
CV fandom during the 2010s and then suddenly running into NFCV
(Yeah I realise that this might be just a little bit too mean spirited but the joke was too dumb to pass on)
Nah it's accurate. I feel bad for those starving fans.
something something this is also the sonic fandom in 2018, although we weren't starving, we just got a less than great meal :')
While I'm at the train station, let me tell you about the most cursed restroom graffiti I've seen.
I saw it here in the train station restroom. Picture a small, cramped-ass cubilcle that you can't fit in without your luggage touching the wall. You sit down and pee. You look upon the wall and see words scribbled on it. They say (translated from Finnish for yalls convinience, also paraphrased because it's been a few months and I've forgotten how it exactly went): "so nice that the ladies' room doesn't have a trashbin so I have to take my used tampon outside to dispose of it". You feel sympathy for this mystery person, but let it be. But wait, you also see something else on the wall. Brown stains of unknown origin on the same wall. Splashmarks, reaching almost to the ceiling. You look down at your luggage, gently resting against the same wall. Feel your soul die inside.
Just thinking about the Mexia supermarket makes me feel sick.
(DO NOT LOOK IT UP!)
No I don’t want to hear about your nostalgic reminiscing.
“Shure do ye remember white dog shite? I used to see it all the time. Do ye remember white dog shite?”
(Side note: That sounds like a band name. White dog shite)
The word of the day is BEEEEEAAAAUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!!! *THE VOMIT CONTINUES*
And WHY is the VHS player leaking a gelatinous mass?!
Yes please make it stop.
Anyway.