*emotional music of dramatic revelations*
Anna: Oh, it's a...
Elsa: Radish
Anna (simultaneously): Sugar beet
Anna: It's okay surely we'll get some value from this
Elsa (full of melancholy): We came here to get in the mood for pie but now I just want a salad
I don't remember if they actually got to lay eyes on their parent's decayed skeletons or if they were just one room over from the plot relevant map they needed so they just left without corpse interaction.
I barely absorbed the details of Frozen 2 but I recall that was a mess. Something about their mom being from this neighboring village that got shunted into a lost woods situation and them diving to their parent's shipwreck and Elsa's happy ending being running into the woods forever.
subway ad for Seinfeld where jerry is drawn over to look like a vampire in a purple cape
After days of careful meditation I have decided that the North Shore Beef topping upgrade that would make it the most North Shore is unfortunately fried clams since multiple restaurants around here claim to have invented the concept of breading and frying clams
One of the adorably sad things to learn about the North Shore since moving here is that two of the three ways were just mayonnaise and American cheese so the only special way is the tangy barbecue sauce. Shouldn't it be horseradish and onions and we don't brag about default strucral ingredients?
Bleak Michael: Alas, I fear there is little to do to prevent drug overdoses and spontaneous human combustion.
Cowboy Michael, readying his lasso and a bucket of dirt: Chin up, partner, this bronco hasn't bucked us yet!
That's bleak, Michael
One constant is they just have to break up Massachusetts. This one shows the borders if the Shay's Rebellion split Western Mass off into it's own state.
Someone said they looked for a source and couldn't find one so I checked and, yeah, all I could see was this getting posted on social media. Since this headline isn't real that must mean the cops never caught her and she is still out there.
Jason vorhees running with a machete
Jason vorhees with the burlap sack mask, holding a pickaxe and his dear mothers head
Various Jasons for the holiday
I am a torchbearer for the live workshopping aspect of the original posts the way you are simply a country boy who loves cryosleep.
it took me a second to figure out if she was talking about Michael too
anyway
*just because I'm a Fucky Space Elf doesn't mean I can't love dubstep
*I may be a Fucky Space Elf, but I love dubstep
*I'm just a Fucky Space Elf who loves dubstep
Every single other Fremen: "You did WHAT with all that water?"
*remembers how much fun you had posting pictures and talking about how you accidentally dressed like Dracula for an awards ceremony* yeah, who could have seen that coming
Gruyère del Toro
he's like Guillermo del Toro but a bit cheesier
Unfortunately you are 2 years too late to get a pannenkoeken from the Pannenkoeken Huis. This is heartbreaking!
www.startribune.com/pannekoeken-...
Hollywood Theatre's movie listing, showing "Rrr" and "Uhf" on Sunday
movie listings for dogs
Sometimes they take the nature/forest/plant theme a little far and their penises are shaped like fiddleheads, sometimes they're more avian and have cloacas, and baking elves have penises that resemble piping bags but they are all respected and treated with care at the Isekai Urologist.
It's more than likely, I think.
Inspirational! This small town hardware store owner puts a power hungry tech billionaire in his place. #PaintCans #GirlBoss #FlannelFriday
Outlook for the new year ...
Doug from the Doug game on his porch with a text box that reads "The year is Twenty-Twenty-Six, and I'm going to lose my virginity."
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE, LET'S MAKE 2026 OUR BITCH FOR DOUG
After learning of their existence right now it took me less than a minute to find fan art of this Pokemon with a cigarette holder in one hand and a goblet of wine in the other. That's going to be permanent canon to me now.
thank you for preserving this honk
three posts ago I was like "oh are they still in Space Scotland?" and yep they're still in Wet Space Scotland
Somehow the only person who consistently used Twitter Spaces was the author of I Think My Son is Gay who I followed to get a sense of how far behind the translators were and to be an ally or something. So the notification I couldn't get rid of was only telling me about Japanese voice chats.
I still can't believe I had to put up with a diy radio call-in show feature being added to Twitter where the notification could not be dismissed as long as someone I follow is in a voice call and also I could only listen on my phone which I usually keep media muted with no headphones on hand
