Back From The Dead

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@mersinia

*teleports behind you*

*teleports behind you*

*teleports behind me behind you*

WHY IS THERE A GIF FOR THIS

this is what ancient greek philosophy is like

Diogenes driving a mobile home into the symposium to ruin Plato’s day.

June and July are the same months btw. They want you to think they're two different months but it's the same month that's 60 days long. Same way August is actually August and the first half of September

ALSO. FLOWERS. FOR THE LOVE OF GODS GET HER FLOWERS SHE HAS PROBABLY NEVER BEEN GIVEN FLOWERS ROMANTICALLY IN HER LIFE.

San Francisco=Gay Men, NYC=Bisexualism, Philadelphia=Lesbianism

do u ever think about corn sweat; and the fact that a large percent of corn grown in Illinois, iowa, etc is grown for ethanol and biofuel; and how solar power would be so many times more effective per acre than this; and how like 90+% of so many rare ecosystems in those states was drained for farm and suburbs (in many cases previously farms).

its 10 AM on a weekday .

Isn't there an industrial boiler you're supposed to be maintaining

I thought this meant human babies need several lobsters every hour and I was like there's no way that's right

there seems to be a fundamental disagreement between microwave oven manufacturers and the producers of microwave meals over whether the customer should know the wattage of their microwave or if such details should be abstracted away from them

the microwave rice demands 800 watts of power for 2 minutes, but all the microwave can offer me three settings: one low, one high, and one somewhere in the middle. I turn it to the one in the middle as I happen to know 800W is the average power of most microwaves. the light comes on and the bag of rice starts slowly turning, but rather than hearing the usual rumble of the microwave, I instead start hearing short snippets of conversation - words snatched from the ether. the lights flicker and a chill runs up my spine. the voices remind me of those "spirit boxes" ghost hunters use. I double check the setting on the microwave. "ah," I say, remembering that I had set it to medium,