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221books:

cornflakepizza:

winchesterbr0s:

hesmybrother-hesadopted:

beesmygod:

“chuffed doesnt mean what you think it means”

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it means exactly what i think it means its just some stupid word that literally has two definitions that mean the opposite thing

This makes me really chuffed.

This post is quite egregious

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Well I’m nonplussed by this whole post.

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(Source: boosmygod)

johnman:

Sailor Beast Transformation Sequence

sixpenceee:

Another way to present the 9 types of intelligence as exemplified by my How Do We Measure Intelligence post.

The basic idea is that different people are good at different things. These 9 probably don’t cover the wide range of smarts we all possess, but it’s a start.

As Albert Einstein said, ”Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”

nopantsrevolution:

danglingthpider:

phlynn:

please dont make disney characters have tattoos and piercings and blackhair and stretchers

please

stop

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In which my dad learns about purses and jeans sizes.

My dad: Your sister's crazy. Who'd want a $200 purse?

Me: She does.

My dad: What is it with ladies purses, anyway?

Me: (glancing at my purse) What do you mean?

My dad: How did that start--I mean, why do women use them? Doesn't it get tiring carrying a bag around all the time?

Me: (stands up and turns around) See those pockets?

My dad: ... Yes?

Me: What can I fit in them?

My dad: What?

Me: How many things do you think I could fit in my pockets? Honestly. How many things?

My dad: Doesn't look like you could fit much.

Me: A pack of Orbit, some folded bills, and that's about it. That's why we use purses--because we can't carry our shit in our pockets like you do.

My dad: But I can fit my wallet, my keys, and my cigarettes in my pockets!

Me: And your jeans also fit the way they should.

My dad: I'm almost afraid to ask, but what do you mean?

Me: Your jeans are sized by, what, your inseam and waist, right?

My dad: ... Aren't yours?

Me: I'm a size 3.

My dad: 3 what?

Me: No, just a 3. A size 3.

My dad: What does that mean?

Me: I actually have no idea. I'm a size 3 in these jeans. In some other jeans, I'm a 5. I'm a 7 in my favorite pair of shorts.

My dad: Wait, it's not the same?

Me: Nope. A size 3 in one brand's jeans is completely different from a size 3 in another brand.

My dad: That's fucking stupid! How do you shop for them?!

Me: With great difficulty. This is why when you ask me what I did during the week and despite the fact I know you won't care I sometimes tell you I found a pair of jeans. Because finding a pair of jeans that fit and fit well is like finding the Holy Grail with your name encrusted in diamonds on it

touriko:

Ah you’re watching nge? I love that anime. The way they just [unit01clenches fist] [kaworu splat noise]

fyeahsportsanime:

You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away (๑◕︵◕๑)