World of Cool Skeleton

so there's a natural order to this world and we need atleast four million mans in boots with armor, vehicles, and firearms to enforce it, otherwise something unnatural might happen

sherpas used to be treated like expedition partners that knew the land better than you because they were raised on it and now they’re treated like they are lowly disposable service workers setting up heated tents or spas for wealthy hikers who have no business on the mountain like they are collecting your nasty trash off one of the holiest and most sacred mountains in the world like do y’all understand that we see sagarmatha or mount everest as a living deity on earth while the rest of the world sees her as a conquest?

locals of nepal hold the belief that your karma is the strongest as you reach the peak of sagarmatha and the mountain gives to you the spiritual energy you carry within yourself—benevolent or malevolent. you violate the spiritual sanctity of the mountain with your trash and your hubris. you disrupt the spirits that have long dwelled there. if you must summit sagarmatha, it isn’t and shouldn’t ever be from a place of bragging rights or bucket list goals but as a spiritual journey to connect with the spirit of nature at its most powerful.

the great thing about the wuxia genre is you can start a sect called the Evil Blood Cult in a place called Demon Mountain that’s a volcano full of poison and you all wear crazy gothic black and red hanfu and practice Sinister Backstabber Style kung fu and like. that’s not a deterrent to prospective disciples. do all that and a fuckton of bright eyed youngsters will still show up at your door and say hello i would like to join the demon mountain evil blood cult where do i sign up?

Lockheed Martin was at my college's job fair

This is the kind of content I want in a giant 3-ring binder to throw at people who say that horniness is some new disgusting thing that wasn’t around when they grew up

sci-fi story where it's about our Plucky Archeologist and their band of misfit academics studying mysterious alien ruins on a distant planet and then 60% of the way through the book an actual alive alien shows up and is like "hey what the fuck are you doing here??" and the humans are like, "uh... we have... permits?" [sweats] and it turns out they do not, in fact, have permits, and they've been pulling a Heinrich Schliemann and now the alien archeologists have to un-fuck their work

I love and feel so sorry for these alien archaeologists already

angels aren't real. it was probably a weather balloon that gave you a spanking fetish, or maybe phytoplankton.

If you're younger than 50 years there are termite queens who are older than you

happy pride to them

the thing is like men and men really cant be friends because the sex part does always get in the way like thats true. and i mean that like im actually dead serious about that

like have you ever seen two straight men attempt to be friends with each other but the gay sex they arent having is literally preventing them from the transformative healing power of friendship. this is real

i dont even mean this in a "they want to fuck each other" way (although many of them do and will never know it) i mean that like the fact that gay sex is even hypothetically possible between them makes it loom over their friendship like it genuinely haunts them that they could be having it. gay sex is the elephant in the room every time they attempt to be emotionally vulnerable with one another, every time they let a hug linger too long. they cannot address its existence and so there is always something in their way, preventing true connection. and that something is the gay sex. that they are not having. the elephant of gay sex