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febricant:

are you okay america


I like the url especially. on blonded knees FOR JESUS

febricant:

are you okay america

I like the url especially.

on blonded knees FOR JESUS

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hobolunchbox:

Bubbles? Who’s Bubbles?

PARTS UNKNOWN

hobolunchbox:

Bubbles? Who’s Bubbles?

PARTS UNKNOWN

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professorfangirl:

ultimateventist:

charlesoberonn:

If something is ‘old as fuck’ then it’s about 1.2 billion years old because that’s when life evolved sexual reproduction.

 

However, if something is “old as balls” it’s only about 65 million years old, when placental mammals began to evolve proper testicles.


let’s not neglect “old as shit”:

"Recently I came across a statistic published by the Population Reference Bureau in Washington. It stated that as of 1995 the number of people who had lived on earth was 105,472,380,169. The figure was based on the assumption that "the first two people" had emerged in 50,000 B.C. So I did a little arithmetic of my own, and I’ve concluded that as of 1995 there had been over 987 trillion bowel movements. I was very conservative: I assumed a mere thirty-year life span and only six bowel movements per week. Still, it means that at this point there have been almost 1 quadrillion human bowel movements and most of them occurred before people had anything to read. These are the kinds of thoughts that keep me from moving quickly up the corporate ladder."

-George Carlin, Napalm & Silly Putty

it may not be the oldest, but holy balls, there’s been a fuck of a lot of shit.

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verycoolandveryinteresting:

*CLAPS* *STOMPS* *YELLS* YESSSSSSSS! YESSS! THIS IS WHT WE WANT!

this is the moment Joan > Peggy to me.

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leonsbuddydave:

I met a traveller from way the hell off

who said: two gigantic, fucked-up rock legs

be out there in the middle of goddamn nowhere

right next to them covered in shit some kinda big face

looked pretty pissed & upset & whatnot

all damn covered in words

"yo ozymandias here, this my shit"

"better than your shit, get fucked buddy"

not much else tho, just sand

shitloads of sand all over the place

that is some sublime ass shit.

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hobolunchbox:

What’s in Shatner’s shed? Facken Bubbles.

"and I roll with my kitties and I’m hard as fuck"oh my fuck I love Bubbles.

hobolunchbox:

What’s in Shatner’s shed? Facken Bubbles.

"and I roll with my kitties and I’m hard as fuck"

oh my fuck I love Bubbles.

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todgast:

i did a thing
inspired by this post

YASSS

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my-name-is-really-neil-mcneil:

combating the male gaze 

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"Frankly put. I am a FAKE GEEK GUY. I admit it. I like geek stuff, but I don’t love geek stuff. Not the way most geeks do. I’m an interloper on the geek scene. I’ve seen the movies, but I don’t know the canon. I am not a true fan.

All those things about not really loving the source material and “just watching the movies” or only reading the one book that everyone has read. That—all of that—applies to me.

But here are some things that have never happened to me. I have never been quizzed about who Data’s evil brother is to prove I like Star Trek. I have never had to justify my place in a midnight line to see Spider-man II by knowing who took up the mantle of Spider-man after Peter Parker’s death. (Peter Parker dies? Really? That’s so sad!) I have never had to explain who Nightwing is in order to participate in a conversation about Batman. (Nightwing is like….Robin on steroids, right?) I have never been asked how battle meditation works in order to voice my opinion that Enterprise shields would probably make a fight with Star Wars technology one sided. (Battle meditation is something that was in that Jedi role playing game, wasn’t it?) I have never had to beat everybody in the room (twice) at Mario Kart to prove I liked video games. I have never had my gender “honorarily” changed by having enough geek interests to be accepted (“you’re one of the guys now”). No one has ever insisted I tell them the difference between a tank and DPS in an MMORPG before allowing me to discuss raiding Molten Core. I have never been dismissed as a faker at a prequel screening because I didn’t know which admiral came out of light speed too close to the planet’s surface in The Empire Strikes Back. I have never been quizzed about Armor Class in order to get past someone who was blocking my path to the back of a game store where my friends were waiting at the tables. I have never been told I’m not a real fan. I have never been shamed for coming to a convention despite my lack of esoteric knowledge. And I have never, ever, EVER been invited to leave a fandom because I didn’t like [whatever it was] enough.

Every one of the things I have listed, I have personally witnessed happen. To women.

That’s not elitism. That’s sexism."

The “Fake Geek” is Not The Problem When It Comes to “Fake Geek Girls” (via brutereason)

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