It is the year 2046. The time has come for the annual Blog Inspection. Armed android wardens begin to arrive at the homes of the country’s prisoners who were once called citizens. A warden knocks on a ramshackle door. It is answered by an old man, bedraggled, starving, weary. The robotic guard’s abdominal display screen flickers to life with the image of a popular post on tumblr. “This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once,” intones the android. Fear enters the man’s eyes. He has not reblogged this post. He shrieks and, with one fell motion, blasts a hole into the android’s head with his laser magnum. Everyone in the neighborhood watches on in horror as the man, calling for liberation, is tackled by dozens of androids. His screams die with the buzz of plasma spears. There is no freedom. This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once. Everyone’s.
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Kricketune’s brand new and remastered cry for Pokemon X/Y.
Don’t you hate it when there are surreal WTF moments in shows and books and movies that are done for good and that one thing is never really explained? Like that tunnel scene in Willy Wonky and the Chocolate Factory. I guess in some cases it’s probably better off leaving stuff up for speculation but still, don’t you wish what the hell was going on with those things?
Feel free to reblog with other examples.
whenever u see a frog coming out of the water do u ever hear anybody screaming “UGH THAT FROG IS SO GREEDY. WATER OR LAND CHOOSE ONE YOU CANT HAVE BOTH” no. u dont. treat bisexual like frog. be nice 2 frog
this is the best bisexuality argument i have ever seen and ever will see
But I personally yell that at every frog.
who gives a frick about some gayass emoticon. lets focus instead on how cool neurons are
i thought this said neutron and
THERES A FUCKLOAD OF EGGS IN THAT FRIDGE.
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It is said in the oldest tomes that the Youngster Who Really Loves Shorts will be reborn eternally. Son of a thousand sons and forever young, cursed to walk the earth forever in comfortable easy leg wear as penance for some ancient transgression against a pants loving. king, searching for an answer to his curse. You won’t find it in this long grass, Youngster Who Really Loves Shorts. You won’t find it anywhere.