B.H. Facials posted:

People trying to give away their old pets on Craigslist or they're just going to take them to the shelter. Bums me out just thinking about it.

theperminator posted:

I did this with my pet rabbit but it is a good thing because he went to a family who would take proper care of him plus they had a girl rabbit for him to gently caress so not sad at all

HenryJLittlefinger posted:

I read this in Cletus the Slack-jawed Yokel's voice.

Screaming Idiot posted:

theperminator posted:

Things all living creatures, including human children are good for:
* Scratching you
* Eating furniture
* Eating electrical cords
* Eating all of your favorite possessions
* Pooping and pissing

theperminator posted:

I did this with my pet rabbit but it is a good thing because he went to a family who would take proper care of him plus they had a girl rabbit for him to gently caress so not sad at all

numberoneposter posted:

really needing a coffee but only having folgers carmamel flavored k-cups

ZearothK posted:

In the end it was magic that had the honour of my ruins, and still today, when I walk there, I find its vestiges. But mostly they are a place with neither plan nor bounds and of which I understand nothing, not even of what it is made, still less into what. And the thing in ruins. I don’t know what it is, what it was, nor whether it is not less a question of ruins than the indestructible chaos of timeless things, if that is the right expression. It is in any case a place devoid of mystery, deserted by magic, because devoid of mystery. And if I do not go there gladly, I go perhaps more gladly there than anywhere else, astonished and at peace, I nearly said as in a dream, but no, no. But it is not the kind of place where you go, but where you find yourself, sometimes, not knowing how, and which you cannot leave at will, and where you find yourself without any pleasure, but with more perhaps than in those places you can escape from, by making an effort, places full of mystery, full of the familiar mysteries. I listen and the voice is of a world collapsing endlessly, a frozen world, under a faint untroubled sky, enough to see by, yes, and frozen too. And I hear it murmur that all wilts and yields, as if loaded down, but here there are no loads, and the ground too, unfit for loads, and the light too, down towards an end it seems can never come. For what possible end to these wastes where true light never was, nor any upright thing, nor any true foundation, but only these leaning things, forever lapsing and crumbling away, beneath a sky without memory of morning or hope of night. These things, what things, come from where, made of what? And it says that here nothing stirs, has never stirred, will never stir, except myself, who do not stir either, when I am there, but see and am seen. Yes, a world at an end, in spite of appearances, its end brought it forth, ending it began, is it clear enough? And I too am at an end, when I am there, my eyes close, my sufferings cease and I end, I wither as the living can not. And if I went on listening to that far whisper, silent long since and which I still hear, I would learn still more, about this. But I will listen no longer, for the time being, to that far whisper, for I do not like it, I fear it. But it is not a sound like the other sounds, that you listen to, when you choose, and can sometimes silence, by going away or stopping your ears, no, but it is a sound which begins to rustle in your head, without your knowing how, or why. It’s with your head you hear it, not your ears, you can’t stop it, but it stops itself, when it chooses. It makes no difference therefore whether I listen to it or not, I shall hear it always, no thunder can deliver me, until it stops. But nothing compels me to speak of it, when it doesn’t suit me. And it doesn’t suit me, at the moment.

Pallid Mask posted:

What did you fire him for

Dolphin posted:

He was completely untrainable. He was a liability at even basic tasks, needed to be constantly supervised to do anything correctly which kinda defeats the purpose of paying an employee.

ilikedirt posted:

did u write this

Screaming Idiot posted:

Hey, he could murder his dad andnget away wity it without supervision. That's not nothing.

PersonMan posted:

choking your baby brother until he stops crying

and then your parents don't love you anymore

theperminator posted:

Did you murder your own brother?

Dolphin posted:

It was rear end in a top hat cancer.

Nooner posted:

when some idiot dipshit tries to cyber bully you and tells you that your really awesome video game console has the wrong kind of RAM

numberoneposter posted:

when u are shopping for lazyboys online and you make a typo and accidentally buy a ladyboys

defaultluser posted:

Kuato posted:

Kind of sad OP eats his own poop and smells his own farts; he could die or get a disease if he doesn't stop doing it!