uppriktig fråga: om halvautomatvapen förbjuds, hur ska jag då döda de 30–50 vildsvinen som springer in på min gård där mina småbarn leker på 3–5 minuter?
[on a first date]
me: so yeah that’s why I don’t have a bank account
her, referring to the man sitting directly behind me: ..uh who is that?
me: oh that’s David, he’s my second. He’s here in case I’m unable to finish this date for whatever reason like if I die
10. Cover your face with your hands and pretend you’ve disappeared, then suddenly remove your hands, followed by something like “peekaboo!”
This will make her laugh as well as giving yourself a mystique “how did he do that” she will be thinking.
Started calling the middle of a loaf of bread “the king’s bread” and saying things like “a cheddar this fine demands the king’s bread!”
This is just one of the many ways I have scraped joy out of a cold and unaccountable universe.
havin a beaker of wheat beer w/ my clade in 7300BC: SICK of hearing about Sky Father. ill keep worshipin the earth cheers
when a passing indo-european asks me if I've heard of Sky Father: indeed sir. big fan. im always sayin we need a more complex mythology sir. nice chariot btw
“Would you ever delete social media?”Hmm. Would a jester ever flee his court? Or would he understand the infallible truth that a jest, when spoken to a court of none, becomes a tragedy?