*aaron paul screaming*

Yeah it looks great but it also means there's particulates in the air, which in a dense forest probably means pollen. Easy on the eyes, hard on the eyes, nose, and lungs.

so THIS is the golden age tech rasputin promised

"It had a short life span, the butter cow.
Before it died, I looked
deep into its butter eyes. It saw
my butter soul. I could
have wept, or spread myself,
for nobody, across dry toast."
-Andrea Cohen

the real lifehack is how to prevent your glasses from fogging up

well, this post aged well, glad to see the system has changed

The subtle art of minding your own damn business is handy in situations like these

I said it once and I'll say it again: you did my man cyclopentane dirty.

raisin bran without the raisin is just sadness.

Polpo

I'm not putting it on my bucket list because it's next to impossible, but smoking weed in space would be pretty neat

I thought it said "why cheese is the most sexiest thing you can eat" and yeah, that makes total sense.

"Met by Saint Jon The Archangel in the writhing pits of hell, the beast was pinned, prone on the floor. He had taken many forms throughout the ages. From the creator of man to the far reaches of the universe, his perpetual reincarnations reigned throughout space and time… until now. His form was weak, the opposition strong. The time for atonement had finally come.
Battered, torn, exposed, the beast slacked his gaping maw.
"I'm sorry, Jon" he whispered.
The archangel raised his flaming blade.
"You are forgiven, Garfield"
And the beast exhaled his last."
-jars.arts

I'm pretty sure that the joke was that they're actually saying "etc"

goth? this is a black sheet with tits.

What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.

You were ROM to me, I was just RAM to you

"science" would know that reflected light is not the same as source light.

Dear Enter Key,
It feels good to beat you.
Sincerely, under_fire