Drunken Author

Male, 30's, just here to lurk

clatterbane:

a-list-of-moods:

despite what popular opinion may lead you to believe, some rocks actually do have scientifically-proven auras! Unfortunately, those rocks are uranium and the aura is cancer. 

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venterry:

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sorry

phroge777:

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wonkamaxxing is a diabolical phrase but the fit goes crazy

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wrentit:

todaysbird:

as a huge lover of birds, 90% of the concern against wind turbines being used for energy is literally just pro fossil fuel propaganda. birds ARE at a risk however there is a lot of strategies even as simple as painting one of the blades that reduces a lot of accidental deaths. additionally renewable energy sources will do more in favor of the environment that would positively impact birds (and all of us). one study found over one million bird deaths from wind turbines. while that is a shockingly high number and we should work to drastically shrink it, at least 1.3 billion birds die to outdoor cats on a yearly basis. it was never about caring about birds

there was a study done in 2015 that shows an even greater possible yearly divide than the 2012 one

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A year ago I got black-out drunk at a charity bar crawl. My best friend commissioned a painting of his favorite photo of me from that night.

marvinetta:

catchymemes:

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truth trying to go back into her well after dealing with mankind

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the-hero-system:

gayskrillex:

No one wants to admit this but you don’t actually have to eat eggs and dairy for breakfast. Farmers just did that because they’d milk the cows and collect eggs in the morning. You can literally make a sandwich or a bowl of pasta or really anything you want for breakfast. There isn’t some medical reason you have to eat cereal and milk or fried eggs in the morning—our idea of “breakfast food” is an entirely artificial construct. Do what makes you happy.

This goes both ways too! “Breakfast for dinner” was a special occasion meal growing up, but now that we’re in charge of our own food, we do it pretty often. If you want eggs and bacon for dinner, go nuts. Food has no time limit.

I understand this, I do. Truly. Cuisine conventions are largely arbitrary at this point. That said, the day I stop thinking of bacon and eggs as breakfast food won’t come before the heat death of the universe

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cryptotheism:

cryptotheism:

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For your viewing pleasure

Also, Nazi has shit form. No conditioning, tires quickly. Footwork is sloppy and way too high. Punches from the shoulder not the hip. Slow retractions. Form is unrefined, ugly, overconfident.

Whhhyyyyyy do people with 0 experience keep thinking they can compete with trained fighters???

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anarchocunt:

bananahomo:

mycroftrh:

mycroftrh:

catholic guilt vs protestant belief in your own inherent superiority, fight

wait no I just remembered a few hundred years of history I take this post back

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froody:

frogwknife:

froody:

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haggard from her battle (psychologically terrorizing my mom’s golden retriever for hours) the warrior (inbred 9 pound cat) cautiously trods towards the celebratory banquet (Rae Dunn bowl full of kibble)

This cat looks like the fucked up garfield plushie

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thank you. she is.

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owlpellet:

i saw some thread on xitter with some dude asking why drag queens “want to be around children so much” re: story hours and all the replies were either predictably disgusting or very defensive but not a single goddamn one of them answered the question so i will help in case anyone ever asks you this incredibly stupid question: they are clowns!! drag queens are just clowns!! they put on extremely silly makeup and huge wigs and bright clothes and do over-the-top performances that make people laugh and smile and sometimes cry. that is the definition of a clown. they like to perform for children because they are a type of clown and children are great audiences and it is not any deeper than that. god damn.

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