ThePackingCroco

it’s fun to stay at the Y

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*smacks the side of my boom box to get the cd to stop skipping*

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YOUNG MAN

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THERES NO

It’s fun to stayy at the Y

UONG MAN

half of tumblr wants to fuck, the other half wants to die

i wanna fuck and then die

cicadas the lot of you

Our Japanese class found it funny that in common terminology "food" isn't very distinguished from specifically "rice" until it was pointed out to us that in English "meal" is "loose roughly ground grain"

humans be like staple crop

staple crop to what

directly to forehead

I don't disagree that we need to get regular porn back on this site, but I think we often give the porn ban too much credit for making people horny for odd shit. I guarantee you people who want to fuck trains pre-date not only the Tumblr porn ban, but also the concept of social media, the existence of the Internet, and the advent of modern telecommunications.

people wanting to fuck trains pre-date trains

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muumi fandom ahdistaa

tää kuulostaa siltä että törmäsit internetin hämärissä nurkissa ficceihin

vieläks suomitumppu muistaa niiskuneidin ja hattivatin?

Puoliksi pelkään kysyä tätä, mut onks joku oikeesti jossain vaihees shipannu niiskuneidin hattivatin kaa?

MITÄ VITTUA TÄÄ ON EI SAATANA ISÄ POIKA JA PYHÄ HENKI PUHDISTAKAA MUN SIELU

PYHÄ POSTAUS JONKA MUISTAN VAIN PAINAJAISISTANI

Tän postauksen on aika päästä takaisin elävien kirjoihin saastuttamaan puhtaita sieluja

Rule 34 ystävät, rule 34. Jos sä ajattelet sitä, siitä on todennäköisesti pornoa internetissä

hey I wonder what happens if I put powdered milk into carbonated water

my cereal is loud and it's demanding to know why I would sin against both nature and god so thoughtlessly

...how does it taste?

bad

I have mastered the potion: Instant Spoiled Milk, therefore earning the rank of shittiest alchemist currently alive.

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you can buy these btw

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I was in a college psych class, and the teacher was doing some kind of exercise about memory, patterns, and retention. He began with, “for instance, if I asked you what number the first letter of your name is in the alphabet, you wouldn’t be able to tell me right aw–” “Ten,” I said. “What?” “J. J is ten,” I said again. He stared at me. “I happened to learn it while looking at the alphabet when I was five or six, and it just stayed in my brain,” I told him. Then we did an exercise on retention. “I’m going to tell you a story,” he said, “and then I’m going to send you out of the room for five minutes, and when you come back, you have to repeat as much of the story back to me as possible.” He told me a long and meandering story with no plot or structure, just a random series of events, place names, actions, etc. Then he sent me out of the room. I looked at the wall for a while. He called me back in five minutes later, stood me up in front of the class, and asked me to repeat “just as much of the story as you remember.” Apparently while I’d been gone he’d been telling the class about how eyewitness accounts aren’t reliable because people don’t remember things well after a certain period of time. So I told his story back to him– not verbatim, but certain phrases were exact– and watched the consternation in his face as I accidentally blew up his (valid! and extensively studied!) lesson about how bad people’s retention is. “It’s like a song,” I tried to explain to him, and the class. “Or a poem. Every part of the story has a little tag to remember it. I looked at the chalkboard while you were saying this part. My leg itched while you were saying that part. A chair squeaked during the next part. Then I just have to come back and go over all the sensations that I had while you were” “Sit down,” he said. I sat. Turns out I’m Autisms Georg adn should not have been counted