Rad Witches Cauldron

Honey is literally murder but go off

Prove it.

They literally puke their guts up to make your honey

Bee farmers use whats called a honey maker. It’s a crude devices. It similar to a meat grinder. They force the bees in and grind them up. What comes out is a paste. That paste is later filtered into what we know as honey

This is the funniest thing I’ve ever read

@zoologicallyobsessed please show us pics of your bee grinder

…do they think they put bees in that and spin them around until they vomit…?

bee carnival

bad and naughty bees get put into the b e e c e n t r i f u g e to extract their honey

And one of the causes of bees going peace out were gone is... get this: NOT taking honey when there’s too much. They want room to store fresh honey and will swarm (get together as a group and leave the hive) if there’s no room to store more honey.

Or actively wish us dead.

They look normal to me

cats don’t know what anatomy is either

I ersonally know someone who was so worried about the cost of an ambulance that he was about to call a taxi despite having a traumatic brain injury. Luckily someone called 911. For him which literally saved his life.

sexual boundaries can never be immoral. not sorry. to say otherwise is rape rhetoric. 

this is literally about thinking trans women are just men

pay attention and people will just tell on themselves

@eubalaena is a rape apologist.

Even if “trans women” weren’t men - nobody is obliged to have sex with them. You’re promoting rape, @eubalaena.

I’m attracted to women. Doesn’t mean I want sex with every woman ever. My sisters are straight. Doesn’t mean they are into every man they meet. I am notoriously picky. Dating, food, everything in my life. My default is to say no. And that’s fine. Everyone is entitled to say no for any reason.

“Beauty blogger” says the bloated male pig. 

This girl liked sports. This girl didn’t like skirts. What a sexist jerk.

I hated sports i also hated skirts (because i couldnt play in them) and fancy shoes (because they hurt)

I liked sports enough that I trained extra hard so I could compete on the boys team. Because my school didn’t have a girls team. But title IX said I had a right to sports. I fought to do that. I fought so other girls would be able to. And this sexist piece of shit has the gall to invalidate not only my efforts, but the work of the women who fought for that law.

“Beauty blogger” says the bloated male pig. 

This girl liked sports. This girl didn’t like skirts. What a sexist jerk.

We can’t even equip teachers with pencils and paper sufficient for a year.

She looks like a happy gumdrop.

I was taught just you don’t speak ill of the dead at like their funeral and in front of their like wife or parents, but once they’re in the ground and the booze starts flowing it’s time to get the older of the kids caught up on all the family bullshit

That’s how my family does it. Though we don’t even wait for the booze to flow. The second we’re back in the car, my mom is all “Well, that was an... interesting eulogy. Everybody knows he cheated his ex wife. And he played games with Uncle Wilton’s books.”