There's been a poll bracket going on YouTube for a while now about who's the coolest Pokemon Gym Leader and the 2 finalists make sense but put together are fucking hilarious

Yakuza boss vs Greg from Sprint Mobile who will win

You've gotta be greeding me.

Lmfao no way

Q's ← + HK

This fit goes hard

1997-2004 Ford F-150

There's a user called Erika Horn (@erikahorn.art) on tiktok who made a "duet me" challenge so technically impressive that all of the duets are exactly like this LMAO

ykno the thing about poetry is that 99% of it is bullshit and the other 1% will cut you like a material knife, and for every person that 1% is a different section of the whole. this is probably true about all art.

🦂 💬 "THE INDOMITIBLE SUN! ❤️" 🐛 💬 "The warmth Of my forest homes" 🐺 💬 "Light by wich I Hunt ." 🫃 💬 "objwct of my Fuck. 🌕 💬 [silent but U know its her GF Lol]

babysitting a kid right now, and hes pretend napping and ive got lullaby music on and everything (this is something he likes to do.) and hes pretending to sleep talk. This is all normal enough except the only words hes choosing to say are *snoooooorrre*…… cinnamon challenge…. my god………..Cinnamon challeng………..

Same kid just passed me a note reading “I Ned Car”

I was like why do you need a car? And he just sighed and kicked the floor and said “Needa get outta here man.”.

*unslices your bread*

Hey OP, what the FUCK does this mean

still don’t know what this response means and i refuse to learn

That’s Johnny Breadfixer. He has the power to fix bread by sweating on it

See I know only just enough about the jojos to not be sure whether he really says a thing like this or not

he does in fact say this and then he proceeds to eat several insects off the side of a tree 

a full SAGA of chaos choices in the diner in the centre of your mind

You're a Warlock. But instead of drawing power from a higher being, people can choose to donate a portion of their magical power to you. In exchange, they can scry on your adventures and can send telepathic messages to you, as well as make requests. It can get annoying, but you make it work.

“Alright, we’re about to head into the dungeon. Daz has gone ahead to check for traps, but we’re pretty confident -- hey,  M’stha’venalth the Destroyer, thanks for the three months, really appreciate it -- yeah we’re pretty confident we got the, uh, we got the thing in the bag, shouldn’t take more than a few sessions at best. Who needs a long rest, am I right? Oh, just got a Sending from Gleek, ‘are you gonna need Darkvision again’, nah, comrade, torches all the way. You know we gotta keep it real around here. Plus I love the burning pitch smell. Okay, good vibe emojis only, viewers, we’re going in!”

@allhailthe70shousewife

Look what just appeared on my Facebook feed

Ha!!!!😺

OH MY GOD

Lemme tell you how I scammed Columbia House Record Club out of hundreds, possibly thousands of dollars in the late 1970s. 

See, these ads up there were in every magazine. The idea was you’d clip out the ad and check off 13 popular records/tapes from the available list (and YES they were real albums from popular groups, not weird shitty music nobody had ever heard of) stuff your order in an envelope along with $1, mail it in, and BOOM: 4 to 6 weeks later a USPS box would arrive with your music! Thirteen albums! All yours, no strings attached.

Oh wait. One string. 

Well, a dozen strings. 

Because as part of the membership you agreed to buy 12 albums over the course of the next year at “regular club prices” plus shipping. And “regular club pricing” was full-on retail, plus 86 cents per album for shipping. So: $8.99 + .86 per purchase x 12 =  $118.20

Or about $500 bucks in 2022 dollars.

So every month you’d get the “club magazine” sent to your mailbox -- basically a catalog of albums you could buy -- and you’d either select an album a month for full price, or not find anything you wanted and put off the purchase until next month. Which... do that a few times and all of a sudden you’re looking at a backlog of unbought commitments that rack up fast.

Yeah. It was a bit of a trap.

But there was a stupidly easy way out, and it started with the initial “13 albums for $1″ deal. See, what you could do (but nobody ever said out loud) was this: select only ONE album, and start your membership that way. Send in your selected ONE album + $1 and in 4 to 6 weeks you’d get in the mail--

--a package containing your ONE album, plus 12 vouchers for one album each, for the albums you neglected to select. Literally 12 coupons entitling you to a free album.

Next step: you cancel your membership. Return the album (but not the vouchers) with a letter saying YOU SUCK THIS WAS A MISTAKE I HATE YOU I WANT OUT FUCK OFF

And since you returned the merchandise they’d release you from your membership and everything’s groovy. No harm, no foul.

Wait a week.

Then, you sign up AGAIN for the same “13 albums for $1″ deal. But this time you select 13 albums, and 4 to 6 weeks later you get your package with 13 records/tapes. Now you have one year to buy 12 albums for “full price”.

Which you satisfy by using the 12 vouchers you got from the FIRST membership. So 4 to 6 weeks after THAT you get a dozen MORE records, this time for free. And since you’ve completed your membership requirements you can quit at any time just by checking a box on a form. Which you do, because fuck Columbia House.

I did this at least four times between 1979 and 1981 and they never caught on.

My record/tape collection was massive and I think I paid maybe $5 total.

I was 16 at the time.  

if I had to guess, they found a loophole to get two years free

I attack first. I draw my blade and take a swing. You look rather confused. This confusion is justified as we are 40 ft apart in the middle of a showdown.

"parry this you filthy casual"

wait, yeah, this is rad af