When in Rome...
It's actually pretty nice to have a way to weed out the inventory.
Maybe it was in poor taste to mention my blood sugar in front of an undead wizard. Do you think Zanbar Bone's last name was Bone before he died, or do you think he changed it when he got into the lich business?
Mort is back! The mayor bought him a whole roast goose in exchange for solving the town's wizard/moondog problem.
I think other people put their hands in my pockets more often than I did.
Nothing tastes more refreshing than a mystery!
AUDIO POR DIOSSSSSS!!!!
Beyond perfect 🤣👍
Dude’s got pipes
Damn he is BELTING it.
You ever feel like something is simultaneous utterly unnecessary and completely essential at the same time? That’s how I feel about those bowls in this rendition
hey is this the band that got jack black to duet with them
[Embedded video, older quality, echoes of people working in the background]
Director Woody Allen is facing model Twiggy, his back ¾ to the camera, and the clip starts with him finishing a question or topic of discussion. Subtitles for their dialogue are displayed in Russian across the bottom screen.
Allen: …Your views on serious matters.
Twiggy: About what? [Her eyebrows drawn forward, she looks at Allen pensively]
Allen: I don’t know, who’s your favorite philosopher?
Twiggy, eyebrows raised and smiling in sheepish surprise: I haven’t got one, (here she laughs, sticking out her tongue playfully), I don’t know any. Who’s yours?
Allen: Oh (he leans to the side suddenly, adjusting himself, his voice picks up nervously, stuttering) I, you know, I, I like, I like them all, haha!
Twiggy (smiling, eyes following his movements): Who?
Allen: All your basic philosophers–
Twiggy: Who?
Allen: Just, all of them–
Twiggy: I don’t know their names, I don’t know.. (Her smile drops as she stares at him, head tilted, seems to grimace in confusion at his hedging)
Allen: Oh, I, ah, see there’s a host…
[Clip ends with a close up on Twiggy’s face as she starts to politely smile again.]
(I had to type this all out, however badly. Just makes it funnier and pathetic)
Also important to mention that she was 17 and he was 31.
I see his robot as an absolute win
OK - a very tangential takeoff: Engineering prof assigns students this question: Explain how to determine the height of a very tall building using a barometer.
Obviously meant to use change in barometric pressure with altitude. But one student submitted the following:
There are several ways of doing this
1. On a sunny day, stand the barometer up in the sun, measure the length of its shadow relative to its height, then measure the length of the building’s shadow and calculate its height from that.
2. Go into the stairwell and climb the stairs to the top, marking off the length of the barometer on the wall, giving you the height of the building in “barometer units”.
3. Go onto the roof of the building and drop the barometer off the top and time how long it takes to hit the ground, then calculate the height using the well known formula of 32 ft./sec./sec.
4. Go into the office of the building superintendent and say “If you tell me how tall this building is, I will give you this nice barometer”.
Newton….
This is basically any DnD party solving puzzles but with more success.
villain going to the goon shelter to pick out a new henchman
this energetic and diabolical boy was rescued from a goon hoarding situation… he loves pulling levers, gloating, and turning cranks with great abandon. prefers to be the only goon. needs an active lair with plenty of enrichment.
now this fella comes with some baggage. his previous villain was going to have put down when he refused to perform unsedated human vivisection as a form of torture. one of our agents intercepted the execution and brought him to the goon shelter. would thrive in an environment of G or PG-rated villainry.
on the other hand, if you’re looking for something a little more… advanced… then this fine lady over here would make a great challenge for an experienced villain able to set firm boundaries. she will NOT be released to first-time villains; proof of prior henchpeople must be demonstrated before adoption approval. high prey drive. under no circumstances should she be left alone with children or small animals. must sign waiver releasing the goon shelter from responsibility if her behavior is deemed excessively depraved.
These two are pair-bonded and may only be adopted together. Up for anything, they are fiercely loyal to their employer provided their needs are met and they are permitted to hold hands. They look alarmingly similar to one another but it is undeterminable whether they are close blood relatives or lovers who choose to dress and style themselves in identical ways. Habit of finishing each other’s sentences with rhyming couplets; we have not attempted to train this out of them. Will answer to whatever names or titles you give them so long as they are complimentary and/or rhyme.
Will you help this goon find his forevil lair? He’s been returned to the goon shelter six times now but we refuse to give up on him. A vile little rat of a man, he’d be the perfect accomplice to someone willing to overlook his unfortunate heterosexuality. If gay-coding is not your style and you don’t expect it from a henchman, please consider giving this little guy a good home in your dastardly schemes.
Apparently you fuck the mechanic while being super uninterested.
He’s probably having an existential crisis because the cover of the book is exactly what’s happening to him while he’s balls deep in the mechanic.
The early roots of Chuck Tingle metaporn.
Pounded In The Butt By Infinitely Recursive Depictions Of My Engine Failure
HELLO???
POV you’re a female grasshopper seething helplessly as you watch your 5th attempt at a boyfriend stolen by a giantess who wasn’t even trying
“Baikal Zen”: Rocks that have fallen on the ice of Lake Baikal are heated by sunlight and emit infrared rays that melt the ice below. Once the sun is gone, the ice becomes solid again, creating a small support for the rock above.
scrolling down I was like “oh what a cool idea! someone skipped stones on a lake and took high speed photographs to get these pictures where it looks like the water is holding up the stone which is kinda was does happen a-oh, no. nope. it’s just Fucking Lake Baikal up to its god defying nonsense again”
fake horse adventures
one horse here is really hogging the brain cell
REVEAL YOURSELF
You are insane if you think I’m going to read Yelp reviews for my blog
Please give yelp reviews for this blog
Daddy said I can also do this so do me
So your comment deeply bothered me and I went onto your blog to figure out if you were some like, daddy kink person. And the whole time my bf is in the room witnessing this. And I’m digging through your blog because I’m trying to figure out what fandom you’re blogging about. And we found out that it’s about a musical called assassins, which is a musical about people who have assassinated US presidents. And then we found out you really like this guy named Charles Guiteau and so we googled him and he shot President Garfield. I relay this information to my bf who then reveals that he is a direct descendant of President Garfield and now we’re reading your fanfic about the guy that murked his great great great great grandpa or whatever
In Florida someone adapted a 1967 hearse into an ice cream “truck” called Frozen Stiffs.
via Halloween forever
