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gluttonforpunsihment:

particularscarf:

search-the-castle:

quadrants:

nitwitsandthingamabobs:

shinichiwinchester:

lonely—mountain:

ridiculousinpiccadilly:

gallifrey-feels:

lizrrd-queen:

satanslittlebuttercup:

*nearby lesbian laughter*

*muffled asexual snickering*

*conflicted pansexual noises*

*moderately panicked bisexual muttering*

HETEROSEXUAL SCREAMING IN ANGUISH

Laughter from anyone who realises condoms are not the only form of birth control.

Louder laughter from those that remember that STDs and STIs are an actual thing that happen whether one is on the pill or not.

Laughter stops as people remember that STDs and STIs are an actual thing that happen whether one is on the pill or not.

Literally everyone, regardless of orientation, mutters awkwardly and shuffles away as they remember that STDs and STIs are an actual thing that can happen to anyone who is sexually active, and not just heterosexual people.

*asexual snickering increases in volume*

drinkmasturbatecry:

razzledazzy:

netforce0:

descartes-and-thosecartes:

sensorydeprivationprincess:

turboslime:

Say hello to mechanically separated chicken. It’s what all fast-food chicken is made from—things like chicken nuggets and patties. Also, the processed frozen chicken in the stores is made from it.

Basically, the entire chicken is smashed and pressed through a sieve—bones, eyes, guts, and all. it comes out looking like this.

There’s more: because it’s crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, soaked in it, actually. Then, because it tastes gross, it will be reflavored artificially. Then, because it is weirdly pink, it will be dyed with artificial color.

But, hey, at least it tastes good, right?

High five, America!

oh my god

bitch that’s the tubby custard machine

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im crying

OMFG THIS POST FINALLY MADE IT TO MY DASHBOARD IM CRYING

"bitch that’s the tubby custard machine"

10,000 years from now on the dawn of a new civilization where we are all just brains in jars flying spaceships through the vast unknowable void, i will still be laughing my ass off at “bitch that’s the tubby custard machine”. this i vow.

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