anyway howd he get in there
Every once in a while I’ll forget about people with accents other than my own and I get reeeaaallllyyyyy confused
I mean I just felt like taking some selfies or whatever…
yes my bedroom is one large walk-in floordrobe
*Seductively lays on a table* Hey bab- *Table breaks*
[commence gross and heartbreaking sobbing]
Also, the lady who pierced me was the BIGGEST sweetheart but also a total badass and I want her to be my cool aunt like wtf.
Okay but this piercing hurt about as bad as popping a pimple in the same place. Like, it stings, but you grin and bear it and then you get over it. The only thing that’s gonna suck is when it gets itchy like it is right now because I’m trying to avoid fucking with it anymore than I just did by washing it.
Ever hear the term “SJW”? It means “social justice warrior,” and it refers specifically to people who point out racism or sexism in movies, video games, and other pop culture. Those people are considered worse than other types of critics because instead of just pointing out that a movie has flaws, they’re accusing people who like it of being awful.
Except they’re not, of course. If someone points out that the alternator belt in your car is slipping, they’re not accusing you of being some kind of mustache-twirling, white cat-stroking supervillain for having car problems. They’re not accusing you of anything. They’re talking about your fucking car.
J. F. Sargent, “5 Human Flaws That Prevent Progress and Keep Us Dumb" (Cracked.com)
I don’t know what’s been happening over at Cracked lately, but damn.