The bathroom at work has a motion sensor light that turns off every 30 seconds so every time I try to take a fucking shit at work I gotta have a rave party with my arms while sitting my ass on the toilet or else I’ll just sit in pitch blackness
THIS IS LITTERALLY HOW I BE SHITTING AT WORK
I HATE THIS POST NOW THE WHOLE INTERNET KNOWS I POOP
let fat girls be princesses. let fat girls be goddesses draped in translucent gowns. let fat girls wear pastels and miniskirts and high-waisted shorts and crop tops. let fat girls wear leather boots and spike up their hair or shave it off completely. let fat girls be fat girls in their own way without any unnecessary limitations.
if you’re american and coming to australia, I’m gonna go ahead and say that you should be 100 percent way more worried about being king hit by a dude named “dane” in a bintang singlet than any fucking spiders that exist here
what does this say in english
“Good sir, if you are a resident of the United States of America and coming to visit the sunny land of Australia, allow me to inform you that you should be rather more concerned about being sucker punched by a gentleman named ‘Dane’ who is likely to be seen wearing a wifebeater with a beer company logo on it than by any of the dangerous spiders that exist on this lovely continent”.
ok so what does it say in american
“You’re more likely to get sucker punched/cold-cocked by an asshole than you are to be bitten by a spider”.
thank you
Well rattle my spoons, that don’t make a lick of sense. Wot in tarnation does this hootenanny say?
“If ya mosey on by Australia, you best be fixin’ to get to some fisticuffs more’n checkin fer spiders.”
Lately I’ve been getting most of my pep talks from Mister Rogers.
Great. Now I’m disappointing Mr. Rogers.
Mr. Rogers is not disappointed in you. He’s proud of you for listening and thinking about what he said, and he hopes it plants a seed where sometimes maybe you notice yourself making an unhealthy choice and recognize it, because that’s the first step towards growth towards your best and healthiest self, which is a journey and a process, not an ideal state of which you are falling short.
Mr. Rogers loves you for just your being you.
I know I’ve reblogged this before, but I don’t care