heard the funniest story today about a guy i want to meet so bad just because he’s hilarious in my head, and i will try to do it justice. this story is about my friend and his coworker.
my friend tells me that this coworker is the kind of guy that’s tall, scrawny, and so sure of his ability to win a fight against anyone. he talked about this regularly, saying he could win a fight against literally anyone. my friend would get bored and just talk to this guy, because he was the most unintentionally funny guy he’d ever met.
my friend decides to ask him, “you say you can win a fight against anyone. what if i hired a seven foot tall, 300 pound, just pure muscle guy to fight you. would you win?”
to which the coworker replies, “oh, easy. done it. i’d win.”
“what about two?”
“light work. i’d beat them up.”
the questions continue, from three to four to five and so on.
“okay, but what about ten? you don’t even know they’re coming. they just come out of nowhere and jump you. do you think you’d win?”
“absolutely. i’d wipe the floor with ‘em.”
“okay, fine. what about eleven?”
“nah, couldn’t do eleven.”
(this is where the room dissolved into laughter and you think it’s over. that is the funniest punchline i can imagine.)
“dude, i wish i could hire ten guys to come best you up.”
“do it. i’ll beat them up and take the money.”
“what if they catch you in the bathroom and you have your pants down or something?”
“i’ll pull up my pants and beat them up.”
“you think they’re gonna wait for you to pull your pants up?”
“they better.”
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Cabin pressure season one: here’s some funny sitcom characters in a nice mild British sitcom isn’t this funny and nice :)
Cabin pressure Season 4: im literally ripping the paper off the walls with my own teeth John finnemore is simultaneously god and the devil himself for making me care so much about these fucking pilots in this silly little company
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I think we overlooked the fucked up polycule dynamic potential of team bolas x the dog that hunts them
they gave him a house. he paid rent. he hunted them, picked them off one by one, but when they sought to hunt him he ran. the tormented and the tormented. the hunters and the hunter. them huddling around a fire, burning themselves as he lurks in the dark to devour any that stray too far from the light. when they gather their rocks and throw them as one he flees, tail between his legs as he hunts for his own safety
is there not familiarity in that? is there not love in the violence? let me kill you, i will return your greatest treasure. let me kill you, you’ve already destroyed me and mine. there is loneliness to the dark and hate in the bloodshed. what is hate if not the other side of love. what if obsession if not love driven too far. all of them bathed in the blood of the others, baptized by sin after sin after sin. mothers carry their litters in their mouths- when do the teeth at your throat start to feel gentle? bad once said about cellbit, “it was like throwing a ball, and saying fetch.” that went wrong for him. cellbit once said about bad, “you’ve gone soft.” that went wrong for him, too.
do you remember the slime kills? slime was bad’s first blood, his first taste of oncoming violence. bad was slime’s last kill, an end to the desperation that was sparked with the first base raid. do you remember that first day? bad on the water, slime on the shore, calling him in like a siren. ‘look at me, look how killable i am’ says the bait, desperately trying to build a trap even as the prey fears the untied-noose wrapping around its throat. do you remember the tension? do you remember how the sun punished them both?
‘look at me, look how killable i am,’ says the poisoned frog to the wolf. the bird to the dog. do you remember the kindness? the killing and the killing and the killing, and the laughter. the killing the killing the killing, and the earnest offer to help? remember how jaiden fed herself to the dog. remember how the dog listened. ‘where is your stuff? i’ll take you to your body.’ thousands of blocks away. then more blood, no screaming, just laughter.
do you see? do you see? they built him a dog house, and he paid them rent. hunters snd hunters. he killed them to bring back their children and he failed and they brought back his instead. how can he ever repay that? their blood coats him. his blood coats them. all of them animals. all of them desperate. remember the familiarity of teeth and the taste of your own death. when its all said and done what will they miss the most- being the hunters? or being the hunted?
and then they all make out and take turns getting beaten to death by jaiden. shes part of the group murder but not the romance of death. instead she gets to go to the club (the Spawn Rave)
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okay but a thing i think about every time we have one of those few day periods where the weather is not fit for even a dog being outside is how the hell are homeless people surviving this. like i said in a previous post it's currently -40 degrees with the windchill and i honestly cannot imagine how someone who does not have a place to go inside and spend the night is supposed to not freeze to death. it makes me upset every time the temperature drops like this, i cannot imagine how many homeless people will be frozen to death in the next 24 hours if they somehow haven't already. the fact that there are hundreds of empty houses sitting there empty with totally functional heating while people are DYING from the cold on a street corner makes me SO FUCKING ANGRY while at the same time my heart is breaking in pieces for them. rest in peace to every poor person who will not make it through the weekend. i am so sorry.
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So I've been wrestling with the whole High Cloud Quintet plot for awhile and initially I found it incredibly frustrating, because once you get into the nitty gritty there is so much canon conflicting information. However I believe I have found a unifying theory.
Excluding some specific instances of unverifiable details, such as whatever the hell is going on with the dragon heart, everything is true.
Bailu didn't dream of her past life. She does dream of it after meeting the Astral Express.
Yingxing is dead. His body is alive. Blade is a monster.
Dan Feng and Yingxing knew what they were doing and had good intentions. Their actions still made them irredeemable.
Jingliu saved the Loufu. She also massacred it's army and may or may not have been the person to doom Yingxing and make Blade. (Still researching for any details as to Yingxing's sanity post immortality pre Jingliu)
The preceptors did tell Dan Feng that he could save their species by creating new Vidyadhara. They didn't lie.
Dan Heng is Dan Feng, he is also his own person. Molting Rebirth is not even remotely the same thing as Hatching Rebirth, Dan Heng is still innocent of Dan Feng's crimes.
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