two parts graham cracker crumbs plus one part peanut butter plus one part powdered sugar gets you some shit the same taste and consistency as the peanut butter that’s in Reese’s stuff
do with that what you will
I know this horrific state of mind from the last time I was taking math classes and got the sickest I’ve been since my teens.
It was like having a song stuck in your head, but instead of music it was the convoluted and stressful number salad of trying to figure out fictional equations, feeling like that was the only way to interpret the surrounding environment and feeling increasingly stressed that it wasn’t getting done in time.
I passed that class by literally half a point I was awarded out of mercy.
if you smoke you will never be two cool glasses skulls
Trying to explain to someone why it’s creepy to just hurl unsolicited come-ons and physical “compliments” at strangers and you’d think I told him not to breathe. He used the phrase “society would grind to a halt.”
I’ve never hit on anybody, initiated flirting, or known if I was being flirted with and I’ve still been in relationships so no, society would probably not grind to a halt I’m pretty sure most real relationships start with some pre-existing familiarity and not a strange dude reminding some waitress that she has boobs
Well that would be pretty distressing. How did he get there? Where did he put your stuff to fit all that shit inside? Where’s the water even going? What a creep.
Yep! Loved it, although I felt like it started to get repetitive 3/4 in and then sort of wound down anticlimactically.
For a while, there was talk about Jim Henson Studios doing a U.S. film adaptation and I can’t imagine that would have gone too wrong. I mean as long as they even kept the most basic underlying premise intact we would have had something great.
That sounds terrifying and sad but I have no idea. Anybody?
The many emotions of Baxter Stockman.
Tumblr changed it at some fucking point so searches don’t just bring up tags but any post containing the term. I knew there was a reason not to check my own name like a tag anymore; you’ll have to send me an ask when you want me to see something.
At least the majority of hate posts are still from guys who think I’m a “feminazi” and I don’t have to care what they think.
These guys are Halloween in a beetle (bogleech, I’m looking at you). The American Burying Beetle’s black and orange color is just the start. They are also associated with death, and also child friendly—at least for their own kids.
One of the adults will find a suitable bird or rodent carcass, and send out pheromones to attract a member of the opposite sex. Once the pair meet, they get busy… burying. Well, first they strip off the skin and appendages of the corpse, turning it into a lovely flesh-ball. Then, there’s the actual burying, mating, and egg laying.
But the hard working parents’ job isn’t done once the eggs are laid. Once the grubs hatch, the real work begins. They keep the babies clean, perform regurgitation feeding like birds, or moving the babies to a particularly choice piece of carcass. This is a good picture of the parental care, but it’s not for the faint of heart.
Habitation fragmentation has made it difficult for couples to find each other, causing the Burying Beetle to be listed by the Endangered Species Act. Breeding and reintroduction programs have been working to bring these beauties back to the wild.
Image from the Fish and Wildlife Service