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marriage is fucked up
Evil Spirit: FUCK, THERE’S 8 WOMEN ALL WEARING THE SAME COLORED DRESS AND ONE IN WHITE, FUCKING WHICH ONE IS THE DAMN BRIDE?! DAMN IT, FUCK THIS SHIT I’M OUT OF HERE
actually originally the bride and all the bridesmaids wore the exact same dress and veiled their faces heavily. Which one was exactly the bride wasn’t revealed until the very last minute.
I love this so much Groom’s bff: bro id die for u and ur wife Bride’s bff: lets confuse the fuck out of these spirits
Apparently, radio waves broadcast out into space. So what if Earth is the planetary equivalent of that arsehole neighbour blasting shitty music at 3am?
It takes light-years to reach anyone capable of picking it up, but when they do it’s like we’re playing Skrillex, Beethoven, the Wiggles and Metallica simultaneously, at full volume with maximum bass.
Imagine Earth’s first contact being the intergalactic equivalent of Noise Control showing up to make us turn down our damn stereo so the rest of the galaxy can get some sleep.
okay so theres an episode of whats new scooby doo where the gang goes home on valentines day, and i guess the studio really wanted to avoid the implication that daphne and fred were sleeping together because daphne and velma live together and fred lives with shaggy and scooby
but that attempt at avoiding anything risque backfired spectacularly because now it just seems like daphne and velma are a comfortably domestic couple and fred is trying to learn how to live with his boyfriends over excitable and really hungry great dane
It’s far cuter like this anyway.
OOOOOOOOOOOOH SNAP
CANON
i don’t have a source for this just a gut feeling, but doesn’t everyone in the gang call him “freddie” at some point?
which would imply that the entire gang is poly and dating
If any group in pop culture is poly, it’s definitely the errant kids from the 60s with a groovy hippie van
And Sarek freaking out (in a logical way) because he doesn’t know what is happening and Amanda like “Adun, no, you don’t have to call a healer, Spock is ok. No, he’s not in danger. Yes, that’s completely normal. Sarek… please, sit down and listen to me… that tooth cannot be reimplanted. Yes, he will lose all his teeth and I don’t want to have this conversation every time, ok?”
concept: a hockey bro whose last name is “sweet” so his teammates call him “sweetie” and “sweets” and they kind of lean into it and start to call him “sweetums” and “sweetheart” and “sweet cheeks” and “sweetie pie” and eventually they forget where it started and just refer to him with terms of endearment like “babe” and “honey” and “cuddlebear” and it gets kind of out of control
Say hello to mechanically separated chicken. It’s what all fast-food chicken is made from—things like chicken nuggets and patties. Also, the processed frozen chicken in the stores is made from it.
Basically, the entire chicken is smashed and pressed through a sieve—bones, eyes, guts, and all. it comes out looking like this.
There’s more: because it’s crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, soaked in it, actually. Then, because it tastes gross, it will be reflavored artificially. Then, because it is weirdly pink, it will be dyed with artificial color.
But, hey, at least it tastes good, right?
High five, America!
oh my god
bitch that’s the tubby custard machine
im crying
OMFG THIS POST FINALLY MADE IT TO MY DASHBOARD IM CRYING
“bitch that’s the tubby custard machine”
10,000 years from now on the dawn of a new civilization where we are all just brains in jars flying spaceships through the vast unknowable void, i will still be laughing my ass off at “bitch that’s the tubby custard machine”. this i vow.
just moving along like everyone else 