Hypothesis: if women are worse at parking, it’s only because they’ve been lied to about what eight inches is their entire lives
how many “friend-zoned” guys does it take to change a light bulb? None they’ll just compliment it and get pissed when it won’t screw.
this is the best joke ever
haha…fuck you – sincerely every friendzoned guy ever
You wish – sincerely the women who are by no means obligated to sleep with you.
*mic-drop*
i love how men mock women for being overemotional and then lose their shit over a team losing an over-glorified game of fetch
i have found my purpose in life and it is spreading this message
over-glorified game of fetch
what the ever living fuck
Oh my god.
I’m Nicole’s freaky smile…
????????????
what… what episode is this from!?!?
New comic!
Yeah, I might have watched a movie and gotten kind of mad.
This is seriously a trope I’d love to never see again though.
Been a while since I reblogged this. I fucking hate this trope, not just because it’s sexist but also because it’s shitty storytelling.
i made this comic about being into non-human characters a long time ago and this is still a big fucking mood™
he’s beauty he’s grace he’s mr united states
Host, holding a box of Fruit Loops: I may be blind but even I can see why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch!
He pours out a bowl of the cereal. It’s actually Cheerios.
he pours in the milk. it’s actually orange juice. it takes bim 20 minutes to convince host to stop.
Host, grabbing an orange : Fine I’ll have an apple instead
the host: i can do this myself, mr. trimmer!
jim twin #1:
WRONG EGO–
Host, walking towards the Window: FINE. I’LL JUST GO TO MY LIBRARY
bim, redirecting host: hey!! lets not do that!!
host: get your hands off me, jim.
the host, walking towards the supply closet: how if you’ll excuse me, i’ll be heading back home.
Google and Bing are just watching.
Bing: *laughing Hysterically*
Google just sighs.
Host: WILFORD I CAN HEAR YOU LAUGHING!!
Humans and adaptability
For reals though, humans are ridiculously adaptable. Half the time instead of just fixing something, we go out out of our way to change our behavior to avoid dealing the dang thing.
My door swells during the winter. It has since I was around eight. Instead of figuring out how to fix it, I just kick my door extra hard to get it open.
When my sister’s laptop was starting to go south, it wouldn’t completely start up, but the mouse would do this weird thing and then she always knew to do a hard restart to get it to boot up.
I’ve heard that Stephen Hawking was so used to predicting his predict text that when it got upgraded it messed him up.
There’s that one scene in Mary Poppins and a vague mirror of that scene in the Doctor Who Pompeii episode where the house quakes regularly and everyone just takes up their stations to keep things from falling over and breaking.
Humans are nuts.
Menah-Tal
clicked an old chant of his people under his breath while running the usual efficiency tests. It shouldn’t take too long, then he’d be able to-
He blinked his three eyes in surprise and ran the numbers again.
They came back the same. There was a whole seven deneb discrepancy from the normal parameters. Menah-Tal snorted. So much for his poetry slam in the rec room.
Menah-Tal traced the discrepancy to Brett’s station in engineering. He blinked. Surely Brett couldn’t be so blind as to let his station be out of alignment. He snorted crossly again.
Brett was at his station when Menah-Tal walked into engineering.
“Brett, your station is out of alignment, making it seven deneb slower from the rest of engineering. How could you let such a discrepancy happen?”
Brett looked up.
“Oh that’s probably my interface. My panel’s been acting up a bit lately. I’ve been thinking about replacing it. Maybe on the weekend-”
“But seven whole deneb …” spluttered Menah-Tal.
Brett shrugged.
“Sorry dude, I kept forgetting. Hey it’s not like it’s completely non-functional-”
As he spoke his panel glitched. Brett hit it with his fist and it unfroze.
“It’s fine.” he said in response to Menah-Tal’s face. Menah-Tal looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.
Menah-Tal reverted to his native Makjai Temas as he left engineering swearing viciously about the “impossible humans.”
Edit: I had two people point out that parsecs are in fact, not a measure of time. Thanks for keeping me on my toes, guys.
Make that three.
Anti hummed as he made his way down the corridor. Jack’s mind had become a lot more like his own. Green lights shined on the floor, making Anti’s aura glow. He grinned as he approached Jak’s cell.
“Hope ya like yer new surroundings, Jackieboy”
Jack was on the floor, hugging his knees. He lifted his head up, hair unkempt and eyes wary. It seemed to take a lot of effort to even do such a simple moment. He frowned at Anti who crouched down the other side of the cell.
“What have you done?” He asked, his voice croaking from too much shouting out.
Anti’s smile grew menacing.
“I was bored so I gave my puppets a reason to scrabble around looking for hidden clues in the videos I appeared in. Oh you should see ‘em, Jack. They’re being driven mad, it’s hilarious” he cackled. “First I had them going insane over one word. One word! I knew I had a good grip on ‘em but that even surprised me. Heh!”
Jack frowned and gritted his teeth.
“Leave…..leave them alone” his tone didn’t match his look. He was exhausted, his firey nature dimmed by being held in his own head.
Anti ignored his request.
“Nah. They’re really fun to play with, especially when they’re so jittery. Now they’re looking, I’m in their heads again” he looked around. “The new surge in interest has created all this. Ya should be grateful. I made yer cell bigger” He got up and walked away. “See ya later, Jack! I’ll be gettin’ some cellmates for ya soon”
Oh. Oh no.

