Glorfindel Died For Our Sins

the internet shouldn't be used for anything except playing games with friends, illegal sharing of copyrighted material, and talking shit

Ugh fixing one problem always reveals another problem doesn’t it. Fixing the walls reveals a termite problem, fixing the anxiety reveals an adhd problem, cleaning out the garden shed releases the demons from the sacred toolbox, it’s never ending.

I don’t think we’re rick rolling each other enough anymore. 1. it CANNOT die out 2. this under saturated market is perfect for unsuspecting victims who’ve been lulled into a false sense of security. be the person you hate. bring back the dastardly link

someone actually studied the falling Rick Roll rate for their Ph.D dissertation recently and published the paper

okay but this made me wonder if there was actually any academic literature on rickrolling and YES THERE IS this is a paper about rickrolling WITHIN academic literature. As in, studies that attempt to rickroll the people reading them. Best part is no one is going to believe me and click that link even though it’s 100% true.

My friend's book is mentioned in this paper!!

There is no earthy way of convincing anyone that the rickroll study link is real. But for what it's worth. It is

I have a new goal in my almost-finished PhD dissertation.

Second link's good guys, truly

Teaboot's right, there is basically nothing on earth that could convince me to click the second link. I genuinely believe it might be real, but i'm not touching it.

I just mowed my 88 year old papas lawn and when i came back inside he lifted my arm to reveal a bug that was attempting to hitchhike into the house. At which point he said "you will NEVER escape my garden." And flicked it back into the grass

Garden of Eden Good Ending AU

The Victorian Era was shite compared to now obsiously but also titty piercings were popular everyone was on heroin and they thought bad sex made your kids ugly so the zeitgeist must have been wild

one day I’ll try to enter the UK and I’ll get flagged in the airport and the MI6 agent that has been watching me will take me into a small back room and make me read all the posts I’ve made calling for the destruction of the royal family and calling for Irish reunification and Welsh, Scottish, Manx and Cornish independence and also the ones where I say things like “what did English people drink before tea got there? hot piss?” and “weird that parliament just banned cousin marriage when they’ve been doing it for centuries” and “why are British men ruddy all the time? why do you look sunburned when there is no sun in your country?”

sometimes you trap a male false black widow under a cup in the middle of the night because he was roaming around on your ceiling looking for female spider pheromones and then his harmless dumb ass fell straight onto your bed so you had to contain him because you were tired and wanted to sleep. and sometimes that spider is no longer in that cup the next morning. as haunting as it is his determination is honestly kinda inspiring. chase your dreams little man hope you get spider laid

(walking down a street and not stepping in any needles, glass, rotten food, loose bags or bottles of piss) this whole damn place has gone to shit