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Lmao

modern art

Okay, at this point there has to be something wrong with me, right? I’ve watched this 20 times in the last half hour, I still don’t know what they are saying half the time, but it doesn’t seem to matter because i’ve been crying my eyes out laughing for the entire last half hour …

what the fuck is this from i gotta know

it’s called letterkenny and it’s about a man who gets dumped and then goes on to shirk his pacifism and reclaim and hold his title as the toughest dude in the rural town of letterkenny ontario. every episode cold opens like this in increasingly bizarre ways.

I read the bit about not being able to parse what’s being said and then I read the bit about it being set in this fuckin province, and I thought, like, what kind of accent could they possibly use that was so incomprehensible while still setting it in northern goddamn

Ontario? and actually, okay, you know what, despite having lived immersed in it my entire life I’m not sure i’ve ever seen this exact accent on tv before, it is just weird to see actors using it

My cousins grew up with the guy who wrote this show and is the main actor. It’s scary accurate for hick town Ontario (it’s based on the town of Listowel) and apparently some of the characters are based so closely on real people that they’ve recognized themselves while watching.

ARE YOU GONNA FIGHT IN THOSE SHADES OR PLAY POKER STARS DOT COM

Distribute some free literature.

I lived near Ontario in rural NY and we picked up this sort of similar affect. It’s so scary how true-to-life this is in that area of the contintent

I’m just gonna leave a link to season one episode one right here…

annnnnnd here’s all of season one

annnnnnnnnnnnnnd all of season two

Don’t say I never did anything for ya. Enjoy glorious Canadian humor.

SEASON THREE PREMIERES THIS CANADA DAY

I AM PRETTY EXCITED ABOUT IT. 

THAT WAS THE GREATEST ALLITERATIVE MASTERPIECE I HAVE EVER SEEN

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y’all……. i think just got cursed by a demonic spirit

it’s 8:03pm on the last night before the last day of finals week, right? so life is already hellish enough. im in the library, “writing” a “research” paper that’s due in, mmm, 8 hours

how long ago was the paper assigned, you may ask? irrelevant

i get up from the study room table i’ve conquered with a small graveyard of empty starbucks cups and head to the bathroom for my third (3rd) dance break of the evening. i was so hopeful, so innocent back then, ten minutes ago. i had no way of knowing

my hands reach for the door handle, only for it to jerk back. someone’s pulled the door on the other side – hardly breaking news, i usually just stand back and let them pass. the girl doesn’t look like the Antichrist; she looks like another beleaguered college student, animated solely by caffeine abuse and the pressing fear of finals. and yet. and YET

ohqueso, let’s break this down: door opens. i step to the side and meet the eyes of a startled dirty-blonde college student. i offer a polite smile. she blinks once, twice. makes a face i can only possibly convey as :S. and then. she says.

“Hewwo.”

she brushed past me. walked away. i let the door fall shut, frozen in the grip of the most profound fear i have ever experienced. my brain was a one-track loop of “what the fuck, what the fuuuuuuuuck.” 

it’s at least 30 minutes later and i’m still not sure mine’s restarted

long story short, i met Satan at 8pm in a university library during finals week and she was wearing a hoodie and duck boots

I’ve begun unironically greeting people with ‘hewwo’ for a few weeks now and I worry that one day I will be that girl

hi @snuffgrenade we’ve never met and im sure you’re lovely but blocked

hi @snuffgrenade we’ve
never met and im sure you’re
lovely but blocked


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HOLY FUCK

!!!

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All fanwank aside, never forget that Tolkien’s actual, ostensibly canonical explanation for why the Fellowship didn’t just ride the Eagles to Mordor is basically “because the Eagles are huge assholes” – and given Middle-Earth’s demonstrable track record with trusting people in positions of authority to do anything constructive, that’s probably not an unreasonable concern!

@siliquasquama replied:

The eagles used to be pals with Manwë himself. They used to guard
GONDOLIN. Ferrying a bunch of people hither and thither is beneath them.

… and the fact that they’d regard literally saving the world as beneath their dignity is a big part of why they’re huge assholes.