They taste like candied styrofoam to me
They taste like candied styrofoam to me
Same. The instant it touches my tongue I’m transported back to being a kid and my grandmother thinking these were amazing treats and giving them out to us and then getting really upset if we didn’t finish them.
And then I remember I have to actually eat the rest of it. So I finish off the first one and then I see the tiny little 59 cent bag that’s only got four more of them in it and I feel like it would be a waste of my money and my effort in acquiring the circus peanuts and so I force myself to eat the rest of the bag and then vow to never eat them again.
Until I forget and get another bag.
Gave out a few full size snickers to adults today. Glad to have them come by!
Pythagorean theorem.
Although, don’t solve this or else Pythagoras might throw you off of a boat
Any circle could have its radius technically be 1, as long as you set the units of measurement so that 1 equals the radius of the circle.
How about circus peanuts?
The first bite of circus peanuts tastes to me like an alien artificial intelligence had to create a sugary treat and only had petroleum by-products to make it with.
The second bite taste like accepting your fate.
It’s an interesting formula. Exponential and logarithmic I think?
I’m not a super great at math terms person
14k first week 42k the second 98k the third 210k 434k 882k 1778k…
Honestly, signs was the first movie I ever experienced terror from all the way up until the end and now I literally do not give a single fuck about that movie.
Turns out I have a fear of aliens walking in the distance. Or, well, had.
Signs both clarified and cured me of it at the same time.
The apple is rotten. Best to bury it and wait for new seeds to sprout.
Haha, looks like Bob won in the end. Screw you, Jimmy Pesto!
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Honestly it kind of sucks.
I always wanted a kid but it requires a partner who is able to be a parent and I have never had such a partner.
I had a pretty fucked up childhood and I wanted someone who could be a good mother to a child and everyone I’ve dated who had the ability to be a good mother was not capable of giving birth for one reason or another and everyone I’ve dated who’s capable of giving birth was not capable of being a good mother for one reason or another.
I know it’s not too late for me but it’s getting pretty damn close.
I probably go back to when I was a kid and my mom kidnapped me and since I look so much like my dad kick in the door and raise myself as my own father.
Use my knowledge of the future too make myself incredibly rich and give my younger self all of the advantages and opportunities of life.
Only everybody gets their pocket picked
I quit jobs on the spot in the past back when I was working minimum wage jobs but the only job that I have ever quit without a backup plan was my first big boy job post college.
I worked there for 3 years and I kept getting overlooked for promotions even though I was the number one or number two for Farmer every single month.
It was a contract job and nobody could tell me why I was not getting pay raises or promotions.
One day it just snapped and I was like all right I’m going to quit and I put in my two weeks notice. I told my wife at the time about it and she asked me what am I going to do for money and I said I don’t know, I guess I will work multiple jobs until I land on my feet and so I had this plan to work two or three full-time minimum wage jobs if need be to keep money coming in while my job search was going on.
Then, a friend of mine told me he had turned down a job offer for a local college and asked me if I wanted to put my hat in the ring and I said yes and I got the job.
It paid what I should have been making at the job I was at with additional responsibilities commensure it to my skill on top of that I ended up working there for the next 3 years.
I have a lot of vivid dreams, ranging from mad-dash musical romps through New York with a choir of choreographed nuns singing a song I’ve never heard before to epic space battles on a ship where in a laser sword battle I kill a knock off Vader that turns out to be my cousin.
My most memorable dreams are these:
1: First repeating dream:
In this dream I am standing naked on a platform hanging in infinite darkness. Leading away from that platform is a single silvery wire. I know I am supposed to tightrope walk across this to get away.
In the background, beyond vision, dozens of shadowy judges watch my every move.
I take my first step onto the wire. I take my second, and miss, and thanks to my failure I fall into the infinite darkness.
I hit the ground and in real life my body convulses, waking me from the dream.
2: 9/11 dream
This was a one-shot. On 9/11 my brother had his alarm clock set to the news. That morning I dreamed that cat aliens had crashed their flying saucer into the twin towers. I was there for some reason and the aliens asked me to help them get back before the various three-letter agencies catches them, which I agree.
To help us get there faster, I am given rocket skates and we zip through the streets of New York, (Always uphill for some reason, but the sparks and flames from the skates made it look really cool) as we attempt to get them back to the ship.
I woke up before the dream ended.
3: My most repeating dream:
I have a dream town. It’s a rural town, with acres between each of the buildings. It’s always morning in the late-spring here, beautiful countryside town with white buildings and smiling people, green, rolling hills and wooden fences.
I am in an old style 1950’s Chevy (with all the curves and wooden slats on the bed) light blue pickup truck driving sedately through the town, waving at my friends and associates who always smile and wave back.
Sometimes I see new buildings I’ve never seen before, or meet someone I’ve never met before, sometimes I am asked to fix things or to deliver vegetables for one of the farms, but everything is calm and beautiful and joyous in a way that doesn’t seem to exist in the real world. I’m always both happy and sad when I wake from these dreams.
4: Scary repeating dream:
This dream takes place in an area that seems like my dream town above, but it’s always trapped within the lawn of this scary house, which is my house, and it has many rooms and floors. It looks like a church from the outside, but not well maintained with chipping white paint and enough slightly rotted wood that anyone who lived there would say, “It’s time for me to replace these boards and re-paint this place”.
The house seems to be about two or three stories but it has a steeple, almost as if there is a full church build on top of a 1940s military town “four walls and a roof” style home.
I go into the house and the first and second floors are normal, but when you are on the stairs, there is a floor that can’t be reached up a long empty vertical chute, and that floor gives off bad vibes. Halfway up is a door with no stairs attached to it.
This door is always closed, and even if you shine a flashlight on it it stays dark.
Every time this house is in my dream, I am curious to explore what is behind the door, so I crawl up or get a ladder and somehow reach the door.
Approaching the door fills me with dread, as if something evil lurks there, and my heart beats harder and harder and I feel more terrified the closer I get to the door, as though something purely evil is watching my every breath with delicious anticipation.
Eventually the terror and pressure is too much for me and I wake up in a cold sweat.
Every time I have that dream it fucks with me for a few days. I don’t get scared at scary movies or startle easily, but that dream gets to me every time.
So yeah, sorry for the dump, I just have a lot of strong dreams that I remember.
I have a work friend that I occasionally chat with and I will keep this for the next conversation.
Many of the at least 400 words that are technically both nouns and verbs depending on usage can form sentences of just repeating the word.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
Echoes echoes echoes Echoes’ echoes.
Mrs Missus misses misses’ Missus.
Fly flies fly.
Tests “tests” tests tests Tests’ test.
Reasons reason reasons.
So they made 16,500,000 for their crimes.
Sounds like a pretty successful business venture all in all.