Had A Realization That Arrows Or Pointing Can Be Used As Pronouns If You Think Really Hard About It

Do not stop the dog, they are taking care of pests! If you let the gnomes live they will only spread and will slowly eat all the worms and snails in your yard. Their numbers will not stop growing and they will not leave any threats to their safety unanswered. What you need to do now is help your dog take out the rest of them, before the situation gets out of control or your dog gets hurt.

Take a shovel or other heavy/sharp gardening implement snd start whacking those little demons as soon as possible. Remember to aim for the hat, that's where most of their vital organs are located. If you cut off their head they will survive and their body will regrow within the next 12 hours and they will come for you. They are, at first glance, quite easy to keep at bay, but be mindful that they don't sneak up behind you. They have sharp teeth and will not hesitate to bite your ankles.

Stay safe and don't fall for their tricks.

Help! My dog keeps hunting these little animals in my yard. I don't know if this is an endangered species. Anyone has tips on how to stop dogs from doing this?

You didn't find Waldo. Wendy found herself.

had a weird dream where I was somehow trapped in a Where's Waldo book Pride Month Edition. and the color motif was (obviously) rainbows set amidst the colorful crowds of a pride parade. and it must have been a fever dream of some variety bc like a complete fool i ran around and around, entwining myself every further in desperate urgency, hunting, hunting for the red-and-white stripped sweater of my prey, Waldo--and he was nowhere! nowhere i say! and then the strobe lights started up and the music was too loud and i was about to cry in frustration, i was tired and overwhelmed and where the FUCK was Waldo.

And there, on the center float--I saw them!!! But it wasn't Waldo, it was WENDY. she had transitioned and yes, was wearing a dorky pink-and-blue stripped sweater and she was beautiful just BEAUTIFUL I TELL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I (at which point i woke up and had to drink 2 cups of lukewarm tap water bc dehydration)

tldr i had an exhausting fever dream where I was looking for Where's Waldo at a pride parade but instead i found Where's Wendy wearing a trans pride sweater

"immortality sucks because all your friends die" all your friends die anyway. those we do not mourn are those who mourn us.

"immortality sucks because you forget who you are" we always forget who we are. do you remember who you were at four years of age? who you were at fourteen? "who i am" is a shadow cast on the wall.

"immortality sucks because" skill issue. skill issue. skill issue. give me your liver

Game studios learn to optimize your fucking games challenge.

Who the fuck do you think you are? You are a toy. A glorified slinky.

something they don’t tell you about being autistic is that every character you write WILL end up autistic/autistic-coded whether you like it or not

why dknt we let the girl who sucks and is bad at everything have a try

This is about Sci-Hub. yeah we get it.. gatekeep knowledge and protect the interests of capital…

No, I'm too busy performing rituals at the behest of a mysterious benefactor who sends me 100,000 swedish crowns, via credit cards connected to freshly opened bank accounts, that I have to dig out of the large crows they use as delivery birds, at the end of each month.

I've gotten pretty good at the rituals now and my dark power has grown immensely, which has improved my life vastly, even outside of the rituals! Whenever someone stands in the way of something I want (free groceries, expensive books, my brother's life insurance money, e.t.c.) I automatically start chanting the words of the ritual (tear reality widen the rift tear the seems widen the rift break apart open the rift bring the end open the rift, e.t.c.), without even needing to think about it and eventually I will get what I want.

If you're interested in this limited time opportunity to make large amounts of money by working from home, contact my benefactor by standing in a ritual circle drawn with blood (the blood of an infant works best, but any human blood will do), stabbing a severed crow's beak in each palm and chanting "Come forth Bringer of the End, Devourer of reality" over and over, until your throat begins to give out and your voice fails you, the pain in each hand becoming almost too much to bear and your vision begins to darken. When your hope starts to wane and your faith dwindles, you will hear its voice and it will hear you.

So, no I can't really do anything about this reality rift situation right now, my schedule's kinda full and I'm trying to focus on my career. Good luck with that though.

enough posting about your blorbos. we need to talk about the reality rift

I am going to unleash a Horrifying Psychic Scream, Erasing All Life In This Galaxy, if I don't get some FUCKING SNACKIES