yesterday my uber driver told me he stopped wearing glasses and just decided his eyes were better and I was like man as the passenger in this elantra I would like you to keep more secrets from me
When we were young my siblings and I had these five completely identical hard plastic figures of Sulley from monsters inc for some reason (pictured above) and we would play this game where we would tie each of them to a blade of the ceiling fan (also pictured) using elastics or electrical tape. Then we would turn the fan on to the highest setting and run. I don’t even remember the objective of the game or if there even was one, I think we just had to survive until they all came flying off. And they would come HARD. There were dents in the walls. One time we had a friend over and played this game and she got hit in the head with one of the Sulleys and had to go home early.
we transmitted the entirety of allrecipes.com into the brain of a dog and now he’s an okay chef. like the food is passable
like i guess i should’ve tempered my expectations a bit because 1. he’s a dog and 2. allrecipes has some truly vile recipes on it but like. all of it. the whole website. idk i just expected more
well you see the dog has the entire website in his brain so he kind of just has the good ones And the bad ones and since he’s a dog he also doesn’t really know the difference. so maybe you should consider all of that the next time you rudely insult my dog who is an average quality chef
plans are particles. they change and adapt. i didn’t intend to spend 4 hours in the dark tunnel and take an edible I found in my backpack, but saturday guided my hand and here we are
i might have fallen asleep in the tunnel but i had nemo guarding me so it’s fine
ALT
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