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i love when the vibe of the entire nation is “extreme fear”. that’s really good

cargo shorts bulging w forbidden it... @gloomfather Lol that's funny dude. Reminds me of something one of my mentally ill twitter friends said several months ago.. hang on just give me 45 minutes to find it so I can read it out loud for you,

i love rapid unscheduled disassembly

An inspirational quote from the movie The Godfather Part II with Al Pacino as Michael Corleone sitting in a dark room. The image has a message that reads: "Keep your friends close, and your enemies bouncing on it."

powerful words! thank you, Mr. Godfather...

one of my real hot takes that goes along with "discomfort is not harm," is that you actually benefit from being a little uncomfortable sometimes. its ok! its normal! its life! if you never feel uncomfortable, discomfort WILL feel like harm, & you'll will never develop any resilience for the future.

I went to a Final Fantasy themed drag show over the weekend, and it opened in the exact way that it should

Horror movie ass hallway in a completely empty mall, with a single gumball machine dropped sorta in the middle, but just off center enough to be truly twisted, and also(not pictured) the gumballs all look like they're from 1995, and in the store next to this they're selling t-shirts that say "Guns are like boobs, even the small ones are fun to play with," and importantly these are the least offensive shirts on display

Went to a dying mall in Ocean City, MD today, and saw an extremely cursed gumball machine

@amyalkon If there's a fire, I'd like to see a fireman, not a fireperson, on that ladder coming to rescue me, thanks. @davidowen_sd Yes. Not to sound gay but add sexiness to that list of yours. It seems APA would pathologize men who want to exude macho self-confidence, excluding the possibility that they would reserved their nurtured traits to help rather hurt others and themselves. @AbdullahOtacon not to be gay or anything here, but it's very important to me that the fireman who pulls me out of the twisted burning wreckage of my miata has a really big dick. like, real big. thick, veiny, outline clearly visible even through his thick fire pants. thats science. its not gay.

Black and white photo of a shorthaired spotted tabby cat in a wheelbarrow, standing with his front paws up on the front of it like a sailer at the prow of a boat. Behind him is a lush wall of foliage.

Hank in Wheelbarrow. 1945. cspace.arts.arizona.edu/detail/05b38...

to survival

fuck 2024 that piece of shit owes me money

2025!! 🐍✨

Zot the big white cat curled up to the point of becoming perfectly round

does anyone need an orb to ponder

A close-up of a small, brown glass bottle, shaped like a dried date.

For New Year’s Day a #Roman #glass bottle in the shape of a date: dates, figs, and honey were New Year's gifts in #Roman times. According to Ovid, they should make the new year a sweet one.

HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all!

📷 by me, taken in Pompejanum Aschaffenburg

Rolling up to family court and parking in the judge’s spot like

"Universal school lunch eliminates the visibility of who is receiving assistance. Consequently, more students are likely to participate in the lunch program. ... [T]hey are more likely to consume healthy nutritious meals, which can positively affect their health and academic performance."

It would be so damn funny if Andor ends up truly breaking the Star Wars production machine. Absolutely unsustainable. But thank you for securing the bag for the only good D+ show.

Screenshot of the wikipedia page for Merychippus, a proto-horse that lived in North America 15.97-5.33 million years ago. It had three toes on each foot.

Merychippus everyone 🎄🐎

And here we go we have @cardiganvixen.bsky.social @radiatefm.bsky.social @cyborgharpy.bsky.social and Mr. j serving for our mandated jury duty and competing. Enjoy our Holiday Friday the 13th special.

youtu.be/tjp_z-mdIgk?...

🌙🍩🕹️🍃⚡

Year 2083

robowife: how was your day dear

cyber me: eh someone hacked my dataport again and when i plugged my brain in i spent 10000 years trapped in spider hell

robowife: do you want to get into your cyberdiaper and make boom booms

cyber me: yes pwease

I love that!

A huge plastic Ronald McDonald in the grass. He has no legs; he begins at the torso. He smiles. His hands are huge and yellow-gloved. Before him, welded to the plastic, a line of smiling googly-eyed fast food people stare blankly out--a happy meal, fries, a burger, a shake, a box that reads "TOY " The grass around it is thin. A few dark trees lurk behind it. To the left, uphill, lines of cars glide past. Telephone wires follow their road.

years ago, I discovered this shrine to a forgotten god at the roadside, pushed away from the local McDonald's but not disposed of. a polite exile.