A Blog of Herp and Derp

Gradually getting back into Tumblr. Will more than likely forget to change this title for months.

Some Posts I Should Just Hide

For obvious reasons, not sharing the comment chain this came from.

I saw a post going around today about a birth control method for men that’s incredibly efficient and reversible. Someone mentioned that they showed their male friends, who became uncomfortable about the concept of someone sticking a needle around their manparts.

The argument was that this method hasn’t taken off because men are used to having things tailored to make them 100% happy. Not, you know, the fact that they don’t want a needle around their dick. Stupid males. Please, stick needles in me. Stick them everywhere for that matter.

Of course it’s worth noting that not all methods are going to be painless or perfect, and that since it seems to work so well and be reversible, you’d think guys could suck it up. (Not to mention the guy should be responsible as well. I’m fine with all that.) But you know, if someone tells me they don’t want people injecting things around there, sue me, I’d probably understand. (And the same goes for women.)

imakegoodlifechoices: tweeker-hybrid: “You submitted a hostage situation” “I don’t understand why my grade was so low. How did I do on my research paper?” “Actually, you didn’t turn in a research paper. You submitted a large, awkward, random assemblage of sentences. In fact, the sentences you apparently kidnapped in the dead of night and forced into this violent and arbitrary plan of yours clearly seemed to be placed on the pages against their will. Reading your paper was like watching unfamiliar, uncomfortable people interact at a cocktail party that no one wanted to attend in the first place. You didn’t submit a research paper. You submitted a hostage situation.”

imakegoodlifechoices:

tweeker-hybrid:

“You submitted a hostage situation”

“I don’t understand why my grade was so low. How did I do on my research paper?”


“Actually, you didn’t turn in a research paper. You submitted a large, awkward, random assemblage of sentences. In fact, the sentences you apparently kidnapped in the dead of night and forced into this violent and arbitrary plan of yours clearly seemed to be placed on the pages against their will. Reading your paper was like watching unfamiliar, uncomfortable people interact at a cocktail party that no one wanted to attend in the first place. You didn’t submit a research paper. You submitted a hostage situation.”

(Source: shit-thatblows, via ionsfolly)

This is the way I fix a bad day. This sea salt soiree is one of the better chocolates I’ve ever tasted. I also think this is one of my first times trying Godiva. It’s… decent.

This is the way I fix a bad day. This sea salt soiree is one of the better chocolates I’ve ever tasted. I also think this is one of my first times trying Godiva. It’s… decent.

dduane:

pumpkinlessidjit:

jadedgalvanizer:

timelordsatan:

ambular-d:

pumpkinlessidjit:

i want there to be an angel that descends from the heavens only when someone is being stupid

and the angel just gently places their hand over the person’s mouth

and whispers in a voice filled with heavenly beauty and love

“no”

ANABIEL

LOOK IT UP

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IM SCREECHING LOOK LOOK AT THE ART LOOK HOW PRETTY IT IS OH MY GOSH <33333333333

(chuckle) Loving this to bits.

(via zombizombi)

Every so often I come across this guy named Alot while grinding or leveling. I was going to tell him about the whole spelling thing, but I never allotted the time.

I’m not sorry.