We Cannot Forget, Of Course, The Generation That Has Consumed Dissolving Packets Of A Basic Ph Solution

I’m sorry, but this is iconic.

au where sally wasn't a salmon but a long furby that wilbur slept with. whenever someone asks fundy if he's a furry it's extra offensive to him bc he's actually a furby. he got his mother's eyes UwU

A different summary: there is no longer a grandstand there.

For the last decade or so, I’ve been routinely attending a ride-on lawnmower race. I’ve always wanted to participate, but the high cost of used mowers is better spent on more practical vehicles, like literally anything else. Sometimes, though, the universe sends you a message. And in my case, that message came in the form of an awkward leg of a huge trade-in scam.

Picture, if you will, the humble redneck. They await the approach of big, fast domestic mowers. John Deeres, Cub Cadets, even weird modified Chinese stuff they looted from Aliexpress. There is jubilance, but that soon comes to an awkward hush. An unfamiliar engine note approaches.

My International 1480 combine harvester, all ten tons of it, is barrelling down the highway at a clip somewhere between “tepid” and “jaunty.” Even though I have shown up for a race, I am sandbagging a little bit, making sure that the bets get settled against my vehicle before I show them the might of a fully operational monster such as mine.

Technically, there is no violation. I had looked at the rulebook from every angle in the previous year: it has the correct number of wheels, the proper agricultural intent, and with precise work on the tiller, it can even (poorly) mow a suburban lawn. Is it modified? Oh yes, yes indeed, but I see the nitrous bottles poking out from the rows of Kubotas at the starting line.

And when I leave the starting line, it is a thing of beauty. At least for a few milliseconds. It seems that the wizards at International Harvester simply did not comprehend of a situation in which the frame of their combine would be launched into the air by means of one thousand eight hundred foot-pounds of supercharger-bolstered torque. I had erroneously believed that the loose soil of the rural community would let the wheels dip in, but now I am facing directly into the sky, having twelve o’ clocked hard on my wheelie, shooting flames from my exhaust and whirling vertical blades of death towards the grandstand.

It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.

Why must it be so

That while in water repose

Thou spectral presence.

Holds up another random animation from another random cringe fandom:

I just think they’re neat.

Update

Since making this post five minutes ago, I e run my program five times thinking “this is the one”

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That isn’t a key smash, it’s what I’ve now named it. My forehead did the transcription tho…

Edit: i started the program right after this with a post ready saying “finally got it!” Only after realizing I forgot to implement the fix. Don’t drink and computer, kids.

New drinking game: every time you have to close and then start back up a program while fixing it, take a sipp.

Can confirm get drunk wuick.

You take one hit of psychological damage every failed constitution check

Having the hiccups is how it feels to be poisoned in a video game

made a comic about some thoughts! small ways you can empower people, choosing who to empower, and why “don’t make your orientation your whole personality” misses the depth of the issue.

stay cute, stay proud, and love your friends

Shinee world be here like.