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This is what info dumping oc lore feels like

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biblically accurate sunday

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call my bitch a golf course the way shes got 9 holes. thats right nine holes. niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine holes, baby!!! nine holes

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dawg i think my body is decomposing with me inside

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Sometimes you gotta stop worrying about being the smartest and funniest person in the room and just enjoy being in a room with smart and funny people

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Hero by Stuart Dunkel (*1952)

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this frame in ratatouille is INSANE

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Lovely Fairywren (Malurus amabilis), female, family Maluridae, order Passeriformes, Australia

photograph by David O'Brien

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the thing about that weird stuff americans call cheese is that if you heat it a little it becomes an excellent burger condiment despite its failings in every other area. such is the fate of the american cultural product

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its terrible for any number of reasons, but i think if we invent immortality there should be an extreme sport called civilizational speedrunning where teams of 20 go into the wilderness somewhere and try and be the fastest build the first internal combustion engine. i bet you could get it down to like 3 years tops

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there was an arbys in the town where i grew up. my family didnt eat there, because we were kosher, and while arby's indeed has the meats, they do not have kosher meats. for whatever reason i never really had friends who went either. but someone had to be eating there, because that arby's always had a full parking lot. i lived in that town for a while as an adult, and stopped keeping kosher, and still didnt go to arby's, because i wasn't in the habit. i never ran into anybody with a bag from there, i never had the "what should we eat" discussion with anyone, even new friends, and heard them say "what about arby's." i thought occasionally about the vast network of people in the town where i lived who did eat at arby's. i sat next to these people in movie theaters, waited with them at red lights, accidentally knocked my grocery cart into theirs in stop and shop. maybe even talked to them in passing. but i was not a part of their world, the world of arby's customers, and they weren't a part of mine, the world of arby's non-customers. they moved in patterns that overlaid my own, but out lives never touched for more than an instant. we remain fundamentally mysterious to each other. this is also how i feel about people who watch good mythical morning.