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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
tooquirkytolose
anarchistmemecollective:
“hotmolasses:
“ fattyatomicmutant:
“ wivernryder:
“ The auxiliary water pump on my car broke (the plastic rotted and cracked so it was spewing coolant everywhere) and the mechanic wanted me to pay $300 for a $150 part.
I went...
wivernryder

The auxiliary water pump on my car broke (the plastic rotted and cracked so it was spewing coolant everywhere) and the mechanic wanted me to pay $300 for a $150 part.

I went to an auto store and bought the part for just under $150 and was gonna have the mechanic install it until I called them back and they said they don’t install customer parts.

So I figured if they won’t install customer parts, they’ll at least fix existing problems with the vehicle.

So, naturally I poorly installed the new part myself, then took it to the mechanic saying I had coolant issues and wasn’t sure what the problem was. They fixed the problem in under 20 minutes and only charged me $30 for the labor.

fattyatomicmutant

Ho l y


Imma try that last one

hotmolasses

I went to my doctor’s office and asked if they had any slots open for that day.  They told me they don’t take walk-ins, you have to call ahead for an appointment.

So I pulled out my phone and called the office.  The other receptionist answered the phone and the first one literally WATCHED ME say “I’d like to make an appointment today if you have any slots available.”

He said to me (on the phone) all they had available was for 9:00, could I make it in time?

I said “Yep, I’m standing right here.”

He didn’t understand what I meant and happily put my appointment down.

I hung up and said to the original receptionist, “Hi, I have an appointment in five minutes.”

She (very angrily) entered me as arrived and gave me my forms.

anarchistmemecollective

bureaucracy works hard but humans work harder

tooquirkytolose
coolxatu

government is trying to ban tiktok meanwhile millions of poor and disabled americans are about to completely lose their internet access at the end of april because congress wont renew funding for the affordable connectivity program

hell fucking world

coolxatu

if you want to help us convince congress to do something that actually benefits society, please check out the link below. we only have roughly 45 days of affordable internet service remaining from the time this post has been written

coolxatu

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say that shit

coolxatu

As of April 19, 2024 we currently have just 10 days of ACP funding left

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please spread this and reach out to your representatives before its too late to save this vital program

derinthescarletpescatarian
parlerenfleurs:
“parlerenfleurs:
“blue–folder:
“Threatening Storm, Me, Pen and Ink, 2021
”
This blog has no cohesive style whatsoever but presents everything as if they’re the artist. Everything is stolen I’m 99% sure (I verified one image I was sure...
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Threatening Storm, Me, Pen and Ink, 2021

parlerenfleurs

This blog has no cohesive style whatsoever but presents everything as if they’re the artist. Everything is stolen I’m 99% sure (I verified one image I was sure I’d seen before and sure enough it was reposted from the true artist).

I would suggest sharing this/this blog with artists you know so that they can file a report if they so wish, or at the very least block this blog

parlerenfleurs

The true artist is yum-paste (only on Reddit as far as I could find)

Edit: finally checked the notes and apparently their Etsy is boatwrightart

thepictoblr
shower-racoon

oh shit, it's 3/21/23, 32123, palindrome day

shower-racoon

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don't worry, your'e still in time for 3/22/23, 32223, palindrome day the second

thirdman000

I missed BOTH of them.

shower-racoon

don't worry, you're still in time for 3/28/23, 32823, palindrome day eight

god-of-not-so-good-ideas

im very exited for next years weed palendrome day of 4/20/24

shower-racoon

so it's weed day and palindrome day, on leap year. perfection is achievable

shower-racoon

oh shit, it's 4/20/24, 42024, weed palindrome day

thepictoblr
unclefather:
“thejorie:
“ xilast-zurvifferman:
“ thejorie:
“ jackbecq:
“ thejorie:
“ 19leahjade96:
“ thejorie:
“ madamekagamine:
“ thejorie:
“ gccgrimm:
“ thejorie:
“ gucciballs:
“ thejorie:
“ peble:
“ thejorie:
“ My three girlfriends.
And yes, they...
thejorie

My three girlfriends.
And yes, they smoke weed.

peble

do they smoke weed?

thejorie

Yes, actually.

gucciballs

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?

thejorie

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

gccgrimm

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

thejorie

Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
Fuck You.
I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

madamekagamine

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

thejorie

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

19leahjade96

Well that escalated quickly……

thejorie

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

jackbecq

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

thejorie

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…
*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

xilast-zurvifferman

this dude playin omg 

thejorie

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*
Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

unclefather

Happy 420