I'm Usually Somewhat Negative When It Comes To Writing, Unfortunately. Up Until I Have To Give Constructive
I'm usually somewhat negative when it comes to writing, unfortunately. Up until I have to give constructive criticism to someone else, then I'm just like,
"A masterpiece, it could never be more perfect than it is now."
And I'm just like. Why brain? Why can't you be this positive with MY stuff?
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A robber held up a well-dressed man, pointing his gun and yelling, “Give me all your money!”
The man replied, “Don’t you know who I am? I’m a U.S. congressman!”
The robber retorted, “In that case, give me all my money!”
How do professors feel when they make an exam that is too long?
I just came out of one and NOT A SINGLE PERSON finished it in time. Like, he said, "Five minutes left," and I'm just sitting there thinking, "THE FUCK YOU MEAN FIVE MINUTES? I HAVE THREE PAGES LEFT." Followed by me looking around and realizing that everyone else is still here, also stressed out.
Ares: BEST CHRISTMAS EVER
Scorpion in Your Tent
One day, the US military decided to take a poll to see how the different branches handle a specific situation, in this case a scorpion in a service member’s tent. One representative from each major branch is selected, and each answers privately.
The question was a simple one: “There is a scorpion in your tent. What do you do?”
Army: “I would crush it with my boot and throw it outside.”
Navy: “I would pick it up by the tail and throw it outside.”
Marines: “I’d bite its head off before cooking and eating it.”
Air Force: “I’d call down to the front desk and ask why there’s a tent in my hotel room.”
May all your favorite movies get absolutely horrible sequels
I shall force you to unironically declare that you're 'not like other girls'
I just watched Sonic 3. Here's my review:
Hell yeah.
Often, I find with my ADHD, I'll be wanting to do something fun all day, like play that one game I've gotten fixated on. Yet, I'll never get the drive to actually do it, even if I go and try to force it, I'll stop 5 minutes later.
Until like an hour before I have to do something else really important, like go to class or go to work, or sleep. SUDDENLY, my brain is like, "Hey, d'you know what'd be fun?"
Me: "I really love how my health anxiety has gone away these past several months, I hope I never have to deal wi-"
Completely innocuous rash on foot:
Bonjour.
Me:
Me:
Me: fuck.
