Your insubordination has guaranteed your death, there can be no alternative.

Alternatively

Hey, space is a tough place where wimps eat flaming plasma death.

Like this? https://i.imgur.com/ddluECA.mp4

How could you slander my boy Theoden in this way

PSA: Don’t give scented candles to your friends who keep invertebrate pets. There is some evidence that aerosolized scents can cause dyskinetic syndrome, which is a terrible way to go.

🔥 That’s not an improvement!

Would her attire signify being in mourning in the time and place this was painted? That seems to add more to the story.

Good for you. Gotta respect ya self 💪🏼

I see this opinion a lot and just can’t understand it. Oatmeal raisin cookies are great and chocolate chip cookies, melty or not, are just okay.

I have an inner monologue but it’s on like a half-second delay behind the actual thought. Like, I can picture a pineapple without thinking of the word pineapple first. Sometimes an entire sentence worth of meaning will form in an instant but the words don’t come until I’m trying to speak or type the thought out. Sometimes I can’t access a word at all, even though the concept is clear in my head and I know there is a specific word for this specific flavor of the concept.

Also, I can’t rotate a cube in my mind’s eye, but I can rotate a chicken.

Brains are weird.

Bloody slegs. Think they own the footpath!

SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. 🍻🎺

That was so incredibly disappointing.

If I’m not the farmer?

I would follow a pre-scripted path depending on the day of the week and season, and refuse to accept more than two gifts. I would be a romance option, but the annoying kind that stays inside most of the time so it’s hard to build rapport.

For extra credit, I would post ads inexplicably asking for someone to bring me a topaz to rub on my sore knees.

I recognize and sympathize with the energy of this comment. I have also had a medical setback recently that is making it really hard for me to exercise. I had a tumor removed and they took my thyroid out with it, and something is not right with the replacement meds. It is tough to make people understand just how awful it can be to feel exhausted and irritable and confused every single day. What happened to you sucks, and it isn’t fair, and it’s okay to not be okay with it. For what it’s worth, I hope your bone does grow back.

I think that varies wildly from one person to another. For me, housework is emotionally exhausting. So is making decisions that affect other people, like where to go for dinner. These are examples where it feels like a bad kind of exhausting. On the other hand, running a D&D game is a thing that’s emotionally exhausting but that I still enjoy doing.

Oh, that’s why I like “dipshit” so much. Now I understand myself better, thanks!

The sound of Agatha Trunchbull’s angry grunt as she throws the shot put in her office to intimidate Ms. Honey in Matilda (1996).

Or really, any of the noises she makes throughout that entire movie.

Disgusting things, children. Glad I never was one.

A psychopath wouldn’t be worried about whether they’re a psychopath.

Even if you didn’t like their coffee, they sell like candy and sandwiches and mugs and stuff? That’s not a useless gift card and I’m sorry you lost it!

This isn’t stupid, it is righteous