Pheasant and chicken, chicken is a peculiar third.
Alas a dirty word, alas a dirty third alas a dirty third, alas a dirty bird.
Alas a doubt in case of more go to say what it is cress. What is it. Mean. Potato. Loaves.
Stick stick call then, stick…
Oh woah, I completely forgot that there was a Chickens in Literature Tumblr, and that I was following it, and then this happened and I experienced all of that joy all over again.
We’re approaching the singularity. Invest everything now.
I don’t want to live in a world where this is happening.
i just realized that you follow my friend caroline from high school and you two would really like each other in real lyf and now i'm happy & thankful that so many of my friends are neurotic literary types on this holy day of forbidden meats
It’s a Thanksgivukkah miracle!
Really, guys, wouldn’t it be more satisfying to see a commercial done at NPR volume and restraint with three or four regular dudes drinking beer, eating pizza and watching the game in which one of them turns to the camera and says in a normal voice: “We love football, and when we’re tuned in, we like to drink National Public Radio Lager.” Could that fly?
The thing is, rapists absolutely need one thing to operate. They need people to believe they are not rapists. Stranger rapists do that by trying to hide that they are the person who committed the rape. Acquaintance rapists do that by picking targets who won’t say anything about what happened, or by using tactics that, if the survivor does speak up, people will decide don’t really count as rape. If you want to do something about rapists, make sure people know they are rapists.
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Listen the fuck up. Make sure people know they are rapists and make sure if you know they are rapists that you do everything you can to keep those around them safe and to call this shit out. I’m looking at you, boys at parties. I’m fuckin looking at you. If you think this causes your social situations to be uncomfortable and you don’t wanna, you are a piece of shit and I hope you rot with the rapists because this shit is life or death.
Our thanksgiving tradition is to stand outside in the cold and wait for the wolves to find us.