me (pounding my fist in a gay way): there. Is. Nothing. Wrong. With smoking weed and relistening to old episodes of casefile on the bathroom floor with the fan on because you live with your parents
Uh, no, Tumblr ads, I don’t care if the weird old prospector who lives in the tunnels underneath the city might save us later on, I still don’t want him taking kids to school or anywhere else.
You know those little things that keep bread bags closed? Well, the internet would like to tell you about them. If you’re not doing anything too important right now, I think you should visit HORG (that’s the Holotypic Occlupanid Research Group) and explore a beautiful, obsessive, hilarious taxonomy of occlupanids.
the funniest thing we do to alligators is duct tape their mouths shut when we need to handle them. imagine being a creature so ancient and undefeatable that you haven’t changed in thousands of years being rendered basically defenseless by a piece of plastic
