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For this game of dodgeball, I will be specifically targeting the gayest and most autistic among you to eliminate. 

Okay so normal rules then

music is some bullshit because a song can have the most stupid mediocre half assed lyrics possible but if the song is good then the lyrics automatically get like a 30% buff. they get sauteed in the quality of the music. as a writer this never fails to piss me off. I could listen to "ooga booga be bop" and if it was GOOD you'd catch me going "ooga booga......be bop" emotionally and what the FUCK kind of logic is that

This is so American I could CRY

@nemonoon

They dumped plastic skeletons in environmentally protected areas, against the literal contracts they had to sign to get the permits to film in environmentally protected areas. Like they not only did a bad ecological thing that freaked out some divers, they literally broke environmental protection laws and their contract with the Italian government

these hips don't lie but the truths they tell are strange and disquieting

if it wasn’t for some kind of brain disease, we would all have forgotten this punchline. everyone say thank you some kind of brain disease

And this was during the Reagan/Bush years.

I think that this show hit as hard as it did because it was during Reagan/Bush

what i miss most about being a chocolatier (besides the honor of gayest job title imaginable) is we had these massive bars of chocolate for tempering that were 10lbs and we had to break them into smaller chunks. by using a sledgehammer of course. i LIVED for that shit

all the other people in production HATED busting them especially at the end of the shift but i fucking loved it. give me the hammer. i can be trusted with the hammer. And everyone did in fact trust me with the hammer because again they all thought it was tedious and painful. me? i was having the time of my life. even if i had to pick up the slack for other people i would be annoyed for all of five seconds before the euphoria of getting to smash things set in. and the production areas had windows too so customers often just got to watch me beat the shit out of a massive chocolate bar. with a hammer. like a zoo animal. i was getting paid to do that. every day i miss it.

Literally amazing that there’s a predator that goes “mrrp” and you’re allowed to have one in your house

If anyone would like to read a thorough take down of Sparta as a state not worth emulating, then ive got just the series of articles for you!

Reblogging because pissing on Sparta is one of my hobbies. And yes, totally check out the link above. Brett has a lot of great discussion and scholarship on why Sparta was proto-fascist garbage, and he presents it with both snark and accessibility.

Holy shit. That’s… that’s worse than I thought it would be. Yikes.

Reblogging because more people should read the ACOUP Sparta takedown and fewer people should get their concept of history from fucking 300.

No one should get their concept of history from 300, and I say that as someone who enjoyed 300. 300 is a comicbookification of a legend, and legends are already exaggerations.

A Great Divorce has also done an audio version of the ACOUP Spart takedown if audio is easier for you!

“A church”?? That’s Old North Church! That’s THE church where the lanterns were lit.

Official Post of Massachusetts

in a world where happy rich people sell the discontent lower class the lie that money cant buy you happiness it is at least reassuring to know that our sole trillionaire is the most pathetic, unloved, miserable, alone human being on the planet, and that NOTHING could make him happy. get fuckeddd lol