The cosmic law of French toast

"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?

thy mother

Art thou for fucking real

genuinely if it becomes a film making trend to adapt 4chan/reddit posts into movies i think we should ban the moving image

Interpreted this initially not as shelves, but as your cat having erected defensive fortifications

the new fantasy genre, popehunk, encompasses all books in which historical figures responsible for real atrocities are presented as sexy and potentially suffering from a cute lil' anxiety disorder

"I asked ChatGPT" well I asked M'aiq and he knows much, tells some. M'aiq knows many things others do not

It probably is kind of fun to be a parent bird and find big fat bugs to put in your child’s goalpost mouth. And the more you do it the larger your baby gets, which shows your progress. Mine is reaally big, think I’m going to get a high score this time. It has a unique skin too, I’ve never even seen this one before. Has anyone gotten that one, dark brown and white belly with stripes? It’s not even in my Wrenpedia, it has to be a really special unlock

I’d appreciate if you didn’t call my child a “parasite”, thank you very much! Typical r/childfree

let it be known that i touch grass frequently and I’m still like this.

Please don’t make me say it.

Don't invest in trading cards. Trading cards are volatile, they're not future proof. Invest in beautiful custom resin horse figurines. Beautiful custom resin horse figurines are forever.

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.