I Love Fur, I Love Leather, I Love Wool, I Love Long Lasting Materials Without Plastic In Them That Will

the way these strikes get framed is always so funny to me

"the strike could stretch on until the end of summer" or the execs could pay their workers

"there won't be ANY new shows because of this strike" or the execs could pay their workers

"no more content for us because the mean old writers and actors are-" OR THE EXECS COULD PAY THEIR WORKERS

It be like this irl fr 😭

• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.

• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

• A question mark walks into a bar?

• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."

• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

• A synonym strolls into a tavern.

• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

• A dyslexic walks into a bra.

• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony

- Jill Thomas Doyle

not only is my new thesaurus terrible, but it’s also terrible

they should sell tumblr blue shirts with nothing on them. the only indication it’s tumblr merch would be on the interior tag. if you recognize the color in public that’s a personal problem

Monday kicks everyone's ass sometimes.

Here's my giant meringue recipe

Giant Meringues

Ingredients:

4 egg whites

3/4 tsp cream of tartar

1 cup caster sugar

Fillings:

1 tsp filling per cookie (swirled with toothpick)

nutella

salted caramel

chocolate, melted

Jelly / jam / curd

Method:

Beat whites with cream of tartar until stiff

Add sugar while whisking (1Tbs at a time) until well incorporated (30 sec each)

After all sugar added, beat additional time until glossy (up to 7 min)

Scoop appox 3/4 c (rounded ice cream scoop) onto lined trays (5-6 cookies per tray)

Make well for filling in center of cookies, add 1 tsp to each cookie (swirl with toothpick)

Bake at 250 F for 1 hour, turn off oven and leave trays in oven until cool