“Yeah, I understand ‘blast’.”

“BA-DA BLAST.”

“Yeah…big ba-da blast.”

The design is very human.

“…because our beef is beautiful and theirs is weak.”

My brother in christ, what the fluffer nutter cyberfuck are you talking about?!?

Did the freightliner carrying the plastic trash shoes to port sink or something?

Pay no attention to the man-child behind the curtain.

You shut your god damned accurate mouth.

I’ve either seen two different cars around Portland, Oregon with Christmas lights covering them, or possibly the same car twice. And I’d never seen this in my life before this past week.

Ah yes, I’m a shit person

End of.

Texas schools need $X funding. The Texas Lottery was meant to add $Y dollars to education. The lottery was sold to the public as meaning schools would be funded to the tune of $(X + Y) each year.

Instead, the state funds $(X - Y). Instead of supplementing education funds, the lottery supplants it. And it’s the exact same thing with tipping culture.

(I’d bet this is how most state lotteries which fund education operate.)

Lmao, yes go report the white supremacist to the organization largely populated by white supremacists, I’m sure they’ll get right on it.

I believe you think you know what you’re talking about, but you don’t, I promise. The king is never captured, that’s the whole point of the game, and why the king’s point value is infinity. Any move that would result in you putting your king in check is an illegal move, meaning you can never sacrifice your king.

I have ASD1, and I have a few students who have it as well, possibly ASD2 for one of them. It is…a challenge sometimes, to say the least (which is how much I would LOVE if one of them would say sometimes as he rambles incessantly when I am otherwise occupied). I do my best to help my autistic students feel heard and to be understood while also giving them insight into their autistic traits that some (mostly neurotypical) people might find challenging and insight into how they might be able to fit in better with others.

No no…they’re trying to…you know.

More like they get the horsey in the trebuchet and then the end credits kick in because the movie’s over, checkmate. The king in chess never gets captured.

It ain’t gonna cost me shit because I’m spending next to nothing for the foreseeable future apart from necessities, and what little I do spend is gonna be bought as locally as possible. Fuck this country.

This was such a compensating thing. Tried to back out of the deal, wasn’t allowed to, then made this dumbass dad joke. “I meant to do that” vibes, fucking pathetic.

Drumpf is obsessed with rally size, skuM is obsessed with twitter engagement. Rotten tomatoh, decomposing tomahto.

They’ll do fuck all with my money because I’ll be spending as little as fucking possible for the foreseeable future. Learning to sew to fix holes in old clothes instead of buying new ones, taking public transit a lot more (deeply discounted on account of my autism!), getting back into cooking, donating time in my community for the feel good chemicals instead of buying whatzits, and still giving the middle finger to winter peer family pressure gift giving holidays.

Just don’t confuse Arrival with The Arrival, a 1996 turdburger with Charlie Sheen.