this anime’s refusal to engage with the technicalities of its own premise is SO inspiring. we don’t have time to focus on whatever plot hole physics we used to get here, we have an undead pop band to run
Unfortunately— and literally no one is talking about this— if you buy many many little treats for yourself, cumulatively, this can add up to a larger amount of money, if you add the numbers together. I’m not sure if there’s anything to be done about this but thought I would bring it to the attention of my beloved and far-reaching audience
i’m enough of a nerd to see when a weapon would be impractical but not enough of a nerd to give a shit
Scythe Wielder: *Shows up in a media*
Me: You know, scythes were designed for reaping grain, not combat. Yes it is bladed so it could be a weapon but not a very efficient one.
Scythe Wielder: *Does that badass scythe stuff*
Me: Hot damn that’s cool.
a lot of people seem to have trouble accepting that cynical embittered teenagers are literally right about the education system. in fact when people express that something is making them suffer suicidally it generally means there is something wrong. big news for people who desperately fucking hate kids
I can relate to this on every level
“postmortem decay set in SERIOUSLY quickly”
Excuse you this is EXACTLY why paleontologists should play computer games
just had the weirdest interaction. this off-leash Yorkshire Terrier wobbled up to sniff my ankle, and then its owner said “the vet wanted to euthanize her”
and I was like “……oh”
and she said “4 years ago. she had a stroke, but I went to church and prayed to the Virgin Mary, and now she can walk again. but sometimes she drops, which is why I have this stroller”
and I was like “oh, okay.” I didn't know what to say after that, so I was just like "it's a cool dog" and kept walking
Hello, it's me, your teenaged sisters new adult boyfriend. I hope you don't mind, but I spent the night here. And I got up in the middle of the night to eat food and saw you had barbacoa in there so I microwaved it loud as fuck. I microwaved it so hard that the grease in there popped so loud it sounded like gunshots and scared the fuck out of the cats to the point they peeled out and left scratchmarks all up on the hardwood, climbed up the curtains and knocked the bars down, smacked against the mounted flatscreen and knocked it down off the wall which scared them more to the point they both shit while running andthen did a U turn and stepped in it and got scared because of it and jumped up onto the table and knocked all the shit you got up there offf it. And when that was done I took the little tray of barbacoa out of the now dirty nasty grease splattered microwaved and took a bite but it was gristle so I gagged and picked at it w my fork and threw away all the pieces of it with gristle in them so your 12 dollar pound got reduced to about an 12 dollar ¼ of a pound serving. So yeah I had me a plate of it but it was bland so I used up all your fucking worchestershire sauce. I was standing at your open fridge with a steamy ass plate of meat in there and was all up on your fridges side drawer using up all your fucking worchestershire like a fuck ton like over half of what you had left and a little bit of A1 but it was old almost empty and crusty around the rim so I gagged into your fridge but didnt clean the rim up. Then put the empty crusty bottle back. Well by then the grease congealed back into tallow by then so it made me gag when I turned to look at it and threw it away. I want to go home. Do you mind moving your car? You parked behind me.
