Pros: - Psychic Death Cat will protect you. - Since he was hooked up to the internet, he knows all sorts of fun facts. - He is a Psychic cat, and provides the best smooches. - He has a big fluffy tail. - He will win you all the carnival prizes.
You’re letting your kids watching Disney movies which have:
naked women
a fucking stripper mouse
Satan
A 70 year old man enslaving a fucking 15 yr girl, giving her sexy outfits and calling her pussycat
This fucking movie
Drinking and smoking
Voodoo….
….which results in him, literally getting dragged to hell
And murder
But for some reason, a 4-second lesbian couple (or any future LGBT characters) is too inappropriate for your kids because now Disney is “perverted, evil, and it’ll brainwash your kids.”
Marvel as a company doesn’t support Trump. The CEO of the company Isaac Perlmutter donated 1 million to a Trump run veteran fund in January. The ideals of the CEO do not encompass those of the company as a whole, and he has disagreed with the direction of Marvel before such as Marvel making a Captain Marvel, female-lead film.
A billionaire donated a million to a bigot’s veteran’s fund. That doesn’t make the company evil,
my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing
i knew a guy who brewed his instant coffee with monster instead of water. three cups in two hours. i think he ascended to the astral realm
the survivability of the human race never ceases to amaze me
TABI ANECDOTE
My final year I lived with engineering masters students. One night, I’m finishing up my final paper, I’m juuuust backing up my final copy, and my housemate’s cat knocks a vase over onto my laptop.
Which wouldn’t be a problem except my cable had been chewed on (thanks Kobe), so the wiring was exposed. Circuits short out, I fling myself back to avoid electrocution and by the time we get the situation handled, my laptop AND my external hard drive have been fried by the surge.
I mean, fried. Like, they-are-vaguely-smoking fried.
I start to cry, because there goes fifty percent of my final grade.
Ahmad just goes “it’s okay, we will fix”. I’m like “how the fuck do you propose that?” And he’s like “I have spare laptop.” “THIS IS DUE IN THE AM!”
And he looks me dead in the eye and goes, “I said I will help. Go get the laptop.”
So off I go. By the time I make it downstairs, there’s this chemical /reek/ in the kitchen. I go in and there he is, methodically crushing caffeine pills with the bottom of a glass on a ceramic plate, periodically dusting the powder into a cooking pot. Meanwhile, his coffee pot is chugging away on the counter.
As I watch, he takes the coffee pot, empties it into the cooking pot, lets THAT come to a boil and dumps in some of his Turkish coffee, AND the remaining caffeine pill powder, which by now is starting to look uncomfortably like coke.
He lets that steep, and by now the coffee/burning smell is so strong it’s woken up all six of the other housemates, who have all come downstairs and are vacillating between staring at my laptop and at this concoction with undisguised horror.
He pours this sludge into a mug, stirs in about four /tablespoons/ of sugar and slides it my way.
I figure that I’m probably dead either way regardless, so I suck it back, filtering the grounds through my teeth as I go.
I’ve had three sips when it hits, and I feel my heart trip on a beat. I must have gone white cause he nods, all pleased, and points me at his laptop.
Long story short, I got an week’s extension, didn’t sleep for five days, had a conversation with my BLINDS in SPANISH, and got a B+, with a note that it was an “engaging read and well-written, when intelligible”.
To this day, coffee any stronger than a pale off-beige makes my chest hurt.
I honestly thought he was going to drink the coffee and perform was magic on the laptop but.. nope. even better. Honest to god, I really want to know how that conversation with the blinds went.
Bruh. BRUH.
This is so real. LMFAOOO
I’m concerned for all of you. You at least shortened your life by ten years.
I hate to use a Mad Max reference but WITNESS ME. -chugs monster and takes midterms-
My minor is in Chemistry.
I collect chemistry glassware.
I figured out how to triple-distill and vacuum-extract coffee to raise the caffeine concentration 20-30x.
The first time I sampled a mug of the end product, I didn’t sleep for 2 days and was convinced that I could feel air molecules.
Now I drink it in shot glasses.
THE GATES OF VALHALLA ARE OPEN. WITNESS ME.
I AM SCREAMING YOU ARE AWAITED
I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING.
I had so many energy shots and caffeine chocolate bars between high school and uni that caffeine in smaller amounts doesn’t effect me at all these days. Cola, regular coffee, small cans of energy drinks, I don’t even count those things as caffeine consumption anymore. I gotta have the larger cans of energy drink or very strong coffee to get any kind of kick out of it at all.
you have a superpower that lets you avoid camara detection
yeah, it’s super weird. When class started, the prof had a picture of all his students and they were a mix between security camera pictures and the student ID pics but he had none for me.
Apparently I’ve managed to avoid all cameras on my college campus for the last year. They also lost the photo I took for my ID. this is especially odd because I look directly at each camera I see.
