The law of transgender equivalent exchange: The number of bright-haired lesbians and completely average straight dudes in grey hoodies will always remain equal, as whenever one transitions to the other, someone else is transitioning to the opposite direction.
I was about to make a post about like… how my family has this lemon tree out front, and one of the funniest things about having a lemon tree is occasionally I’ll be out in front doing whatever and I’ll see someone walking past and quickly grab a lemon off the tree and stuff it in their pockets as quick as they can like they’re shoplifting.
I was about to make a post about how that’s funny and how, y’know people can have our lemons, it’s not a big deal because the tree pumps them out like gangbusters, but I really can’t make that post without thinking of… them…
I’ll admit it, OP. As soon as you mentioned your family had a lemon tree in their yard I wanted to ask you how they were dealing with the whore infestation.
I did this with a fig tree once while hungover as shit and on a walk of shame. Best damn figs I ever ate in my LIFE.
when i was a teenager in san diego i was an absolutely unrepentant orange thief. climbed a fence to reach a particularly good pomegranate too. scrumping is a noble tradition of whores stretching back centuries and i won’t hear a word against it
I understood what it meant from the context, but I had to look it up cuz no fucking way is that a real word. And
I was about to make a post about like… how my family has this lemon tree out front, and one of the funniest things about having a lemon tree is occasionally I’ll be out in front doing whatever and I’ll see someone walking past and quickly grab a lemon off the tree and stuff it in their pockets as quick as they can like they’re shoplifting.
I was about to make a post about how that’s funny and how, y’know people can have our lemons, it’s not a big deal because the tree pumps them out like gangbusters, but I really can’t make that post without thinking of… them…
I’ll admit it, OP. As soon as you mentioned your family had a lemon tree in their yard I wanted to ask you how they were dealing with the whore infestation.
I did this with a fig tree once while hungover as shit and on a walk of shame. Best damn figs I ever ate in my LIFE.
when i was a teenager in san diego i was an absolutely unrepentant orange thief. climbed a fence to reach a particularly good pomegranate too. scrumping is a noble tradition of whores stretching back centuries and i won’t hear a word against it
I understood what it meant from the context, but I had to look it up cuz no fucking way is that a real word. And
I was reading something about Whitestown, Indiana and my eyes nearly popped out of my head thinking it was one of THOSE comically racist towns. Nice to know, at least the name, wasn’t that.
Racisttown, named after the abolitionist Stopbeing Racist,
That’s nothing. Check THIS shit out
WHAT THE HELL
George Washington Hitler and his son Dr. Gay Hitler,
We should be more pro-active or we’ll see more of such sad fates of honest people.
And the utterly ironic thing is I’ve seen repeated tumblr posts of that iconic photo absolutely slagging the shit out of Peter Norman as “lol white guy so uncomfortable” “Why the fuck isn’t he supporting them”, etc etc.
Phoenix Wright (to a pair of human lie detectors): I have selected a very simple case. Everything happened last night
Also Phoenix Wright: *has literally been working on this case for seven fucking years and knows the culprit is probably a man who’s been in solitary confinement for six months*
what really gets me about the gavle goat is that it’s a totally spontaneously-arising tradition. it’s not outside the realm of possibility that if you didn’t know the real context you might think it’s a community event where the goat is burned in a similar way to yule logs. instead its an extremely illicit tradition of random people, not organized in any way, continually committing arson on this one particular town’s giant straw goat structure, leading to the community creating more and more increasingly elaborate ways to prevent said arson, only somewhat successfully. some people just want to watch the goat burn!
I saw someone be like “It’s still as good a time as ever to take a risk and make your indie game into a breakout success, just look at Lethal Company!”
Let’s just be clear that “massively unpredictable viral success making an ungodly amount of money” does not equal “realistic and attainable benchmark” for almost any other indie dev.
When you’re right, you’re right, faggot Hank Hill.
writing sucks because after i share what i wrote i wanna be like “hey did u notice this technique i used? did you notice the repetition here? let me write you an analysis on my own work.”
The law of transgender equivalent exchange: The number of bright-haired lesbians and completely average straight dudes in grey hoodies will always remain equal, as whenever one transitions to the other, someone else is transitioning to the opposite direction.
Unemployment is interesting. It gives me the time and motivation to do things, like not look for work, and procrastinate by downloading GameMaker and learning to make an rpg in it! Very important stuff really
[ID: A video of a pixel sprite of Jonathan Sims from the Magnus Archives, moving around a screen. \End ID]
I was about to make a post about like… how my family has this lemon tree out front, and one of the funniest things about having a lemon tree is occasionally I’ll be out in front doing whatever and I’ll see someone walking past and quickly grab a lemon off the tree and stuff it in their pockets as quick as they can like they’re shoplifting.
I was about to make a post about how that’s funny and how, y’know people can have our lemons, it’s not a big deal because the tree pumps them out like gangbusters, but I really can’t make that post without thinking of… them…
I’ll admit it, OP. As soon as you mentioned your family had a lemon tree in their yard I wanted to ask you how they were dealing with the whore infestation.
I did this with a fig tree once while hungover as shit and on a walk of shame. Best damn figs I ever ate in my LIFE.
when i was a teenager in san diego i was an absolutely unrepentant orange thief. climbed a fence to reach a particularly good pomegranate too. scrumping is a noble tradition of whores stretching back centuries and i won’t hear a word against it
I understood what it meant from the context, but I had to look it up cuz no fucking way is that a real word. And
I was reading something about Whitestown, Indiana and my eyes nearly popped out of my head thinking it was one of THOSE comically racist towns. Nice to know, at least the name, wasn’t that.
Racisttown, named after the abolitionist Stopbeing Racist,
That’s nothing. Check THIS shit out
WHAT THE HELL
George Washington Hitler and his son Dr. Gay Hitler,
