Remember kids, iron man is Fe male.
Remember kids, iron man is Fe male.
It just works.
Yeah, super fucking close call there.
He saw… Beans lotsa beans lotsa beans lotsabeans
It was an estate sale, duh. For some reason no one wanted Grandpa’s novelty Fleshlight collection.
I’m so disappointed that it is a normal human dick and not a duck’s corkscrew dick.
Trance? Frans? You decide!
You’re the one who brought up Nazis my friend
Total war as a doctrine is pretty much never justified, but it’s what Netanyahu has repeatedly promised.
I think you’re going to have to clean that up a bit before I fully understand.
I don’t know how to midweek things in 1d, let alone 3.
Group camp grounds have been full of music for probably as long as music and group camp grounds have existed
Would I give them my debt, too? Assuming I had any, of course.
My favorite is the secretarybird. They’re gorgeous, tall, they can fly, they kick snakes to death and then eat them, what’s not to love?
My favorite extinct dinosaur is the microraptor, a relative of deinonychus that had four (!) wings. Two pairs, one on its forelimbs like modern dinosaurs and one on its hindlimbs. Most people draw them like four-winged crows with teeth, which is great because crows are also crazy smart and probably some of the smartest animals besides humans and maybe chimps. They know how to use cars to break open nuts by dropping them onto an intersection and they wait for the lights to change before they fly back down to collect the spoils. I’m typing so fast that autocorrect almost can’t keep up now so I’ll stop for now
Edit: apparently autocorrect wasn’t quite keeping up
They are still alive. There’s more dinosaurs than humans on this planet. My favorite is the secretarybird.
It’s amazing how effects that were so convincing can become so obvious and dated.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Even “clear” things cast shadows. If you can see it, it’s because some of the light is bouncing off and reaching your eyes, so at least that much light won’t make it to the page
Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime
Well look at you mr VP of sales
Lol, menses.