A short comic about missing someone you don’t know anymore but who used to mean a lot to you (and also she’s maybe haunting you, not entirely benevolently, as you drive eighteen hours back up the coast)
the year is 2023, marie kondo holds j*ff b*zos by the skin on the back of his neck in front of a public gathering
“does this one spark joy?” she shouts at the restless audience, they boo in response
she snaps his spine like .5mm mechanical pencil lead and throws his lifeless corpse to the crowd, they cheer in response
Please tell me this is our timeline
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buying groceries: hmmm this food and supplies I need for living is 3 dollars… that’s kinda steep. Don’t really wanna do that…
gambling: oooh who’s a hungry slot machine ooh you want another twenty dont you nomnomnomnom
Food and stuff doesn’t have the chance of miraculously turning into $1,000,000
WORDS TO LIVE BY ☝🏼☝🏼☝🏼
NEVER STOP GAMBLING 🙏🏼💯
I ACTUALLY KNOW EXACTLY HOW THIS HAPPENED.
When typing up the instructions, the pharmacist or technician was probably using shorthand in the computer, which automatically translates into text a patient can understand. The shorthand for this would have originally been ‘2 pfs po q4h prn hs’, where ‘prn’ stands for ‘as needed’. And there was a typo, so ‘prn’ became ‘pr’, which stands for ‘per rectum’ (aka rectally). I’ve done this myself on accident with ‘diabetes’ (DIAB) and ‘diarrhea’ (DIA), as well as prn and pr.
…And that was your medical jargon lesson for the day, kiddies.
my autopsy results came back negative There was nothing in there
HEARTBREAKING: piece of media got incredibly popular and a lot of annoying people started hyping it up and recommending it so you avoided it on principle and you finally checked it out and it’s actually very good
Today in History: December 14. The Bush shoeing incident
Happy bush shoeing anniversary :-) ❤️🎉
I have had this queued since December 15th.
Going to confess my feelings to a girl i like. 300 dead 5000 injured.
criminalize all marriage and divorce nobody in nobody out
No song nor poetry can convey tragedy like a cat who wants through a door
on this day one year ago someone sewed a fried egg to a tshirt
this is your only day to reblog this for a year
i missed my chance last year so this has been in my queue for 364 days
i’m hate the passing of time, i literally feel like i saw this post yesterday but it was 2 0 1 3
not missing it this time







