how is trump alive?? like hes rlly gone thru his whole life like That …. and no one has ever just fuckin decked him?? gave him the ole one two? knocked his lights out??? incredible
sorry to improve your day without much notice but
NEVERMIND REBLOGGING AGAIN BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT WE ALL NEED
The monster under the bed becomes gradually less perceivable the older a human gets. Alone for years, the monster waited patiently for a new human family to move in and have children. When someone finally did move in however, they turned out to be a gay couple. Now the monster is doing everything it can to convince the couple to adopt.
Plot twist! The couple adopts the monster and they raise the little creature as their own.
I love it when Icelandic sagas attribute every microscopic inconvenience that befalls a hero on his journeys to “witchcraft”. It makes me picture a really bored witch just micromanaging the hell out of this one particular guy’s daily travails.
“So you…took a foot of rope off their lines?”
The witch bares her teeth. “I took sixteen itches.”
“Why?”
“They only budgeted for fifteen inches of error.” The witch cackles. “Suffer!”
Awhile ago, I went to a psychiatrist for some assorted cognitive testing, and one of the tests made my brain argue with itself.
The first page of one test is really simple. It’s about 50 color blocks, arranged in neat rows. The blocks are all either red, blue, or green. You just list them off, in order, as fast as you can.
The second is also really simple. It’s 50 words in black ink, all either “red”, “blue”, or “orange”. Just read the words. Same deal, easy.
The third is where it starts getting tricky. There are words again, and you read what the words say, but the words are printed in red, blue, and green ink, never aligning with what the word says. “Red” printed in blue, for example. That one takes some focusing.
The fourth, again, words in colors, but some of the words are in boxes. You have to say what color the words are, except if the word is in a box, in which case you say the word itself. That one, I could feel the reading part of my brain and the color-recognition part fighting each other. At one point I said “orange”, despite orange being neither a color that was present or a color that could be made with the ones present. The lady gave me a bit of an odd look on that.
It’s kinda fun when your brain stumbles over itself because a seemingly simple task is not going as planned.
I just tried to pull on a charging cable, and the plastic protective bits around the tip slid off, but the rest of the cable didn’t budge. I could practically feel the task-executing portion of my brain skid to a halt at such a mundane action going so very wrong.
It’s always kind of hilarious to note your brain’s reactions to things abruptly breaking in your hands.
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