Full-Time Dumbass

I love LA

As a farmer.. homie thinking he is hot shit for hauling ONE BALE is so fucking funny let me put a rack on the back of my 02 dodge and i can haul fuckin 10 bales without needing the headers

Tesla Cybertruck Owner Says Carrying Hay Killed His Truck’s Air Suspension, Now His Cybertruck is Slowly Sinking into the Ground | Torque News

A fault in the Cybertruck’s bed design allows debris to easily get trapped in the under-bed compartment. If moving hay, it blocks the air compressor intake, causing it to overheat. This affects the air suspension, which causes the truck to sink lopsided.

whats the meaning of life? son, its those little tiny pumpkins. the ones that are mad small.  you know the ones i mean. 

why am i getting tortured by stress and not by beautiful transsexuals

if it fits, she sits!

fanart of @M_terU116 on twitter's original character, she brings me much joy :)

imagination (1963) - harold ordway rugg

"chekhovs cat / schrödingers razor / occams gun"

Chekov's Cat: if you see a cat in the first act, it will probably be relevant later. (example: Alien)

Shrodinger's razor: an unopened box may or may not contain the solution to the story; there's no way to know without opening it. (example: Monk)

Occam's gun: the simplest way to kill off a character is to shoot them. (example: Bambi)

i have been cracking up at this for the past 3 minutes

Chekov's Box: If there is a container introduced in the opening act, it will be opened later.

Schrodinger's Gun: Treat every gun as if it's loaded unless you've checked it yourself.

Occam's Cat: If you hear strange noises at night, it's probably a cat.

It's pretty funny how much animal camouflage, especially insect camouflage, is a backwards engineered mess of unreadable code, that produces a result which only barely seems effective to human eyes because after millions of years of focus groups, that weird uncanny valley of colors is just the one that most consistently triggers "I am bark" or "I am poisonous" or "I am a larger predator" to potential predators. And it's not like a hundred percent success rate, it's just genetic blobs blindly feeling around for why they're making more genetic blobs instead of being digested into protein by the stomach of a field mouse. It's like "what made you" and the answer is one million years averaged out into some semblance of consistency. It's kinda cool, take a bunch of proteins, give them a million years to work on it, and they can figure out what a snake's head looks like, and build a worm shaped like that. They don't even have eyes, they're just like sculptors and all the non-snake worms get trimmed away by hungry birds.

Also it only seems ineffective to human eyes because mostly we see all the camouflage out of context, like that moth does not know he is tree bark colored and not cream vinyl siding colored, it's not his fault, but you won't see him in a tree, get stick bugged.

Sometimes you're staring at a bush somewhere and then a praying mantis just fucking uncloaks like a Klingon Bird of Prey. And it's like cool a praying mantis, but also you're experiencing what it's like to be a bug that gets eaten by a praying mantis. He fucking got you man, you looked right through him a hundred times, you wouldn't last a day as a beetle.

ADHD Dyslexics of the World Unite!!! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

SOURCE

World Population : 7,810,521,683 

just in case somebody start feelin too important

7,810,521,682 and me

This is my absolute favorite post ever i even saved the image on my laptop under the name of “and me” in a special folder with nothing but this image

literally her

You see it's quite simple: if they call the earth Gaia, it's fantasy. If they call it Terra, that's sci-fi

If there's one vampire, it's horror. If there's 100+ and they have politics, it's urban fantasy.

god i see what you do for others…….

now that the statute of limitations has expired, i can say that during the pandemic, my apartment complex at the time tried to change the laundry room hours to business hours, and i very calmly and quietly went down, took a cinderblock off the garden wall, and threw it through the glass door. and it stayed open til 9pm, and we never heard about changing hours again. sometimes you have to throw a cinderblock in a very businesslike manner, i'm saying. this is a negotiation, among stakeholders, and i would like to make clear that the cost/benefit balance sheet used to make the decision to change the hours was missing a variable