An irrational decision.

I’ve never been told my dick is small by a woman who hadn’t already told me it was big. This leads me to have two competing hypotheses about the size of my penis. It either:

1. undergoes a cycle of drastic size changes that follows a sawtooth function, gradually decreasing throughout a relationship to a minimum during the relationship-ending argument only to instantly shoot back up to a maximum upon getting with the next chick, or it:

2. Remains a consistent normal size while a series of women repeatedly told the same set of contradictory lies as a method of manipulating my feelings one way and then another.

Now to design an experimental apparatus to test these hypotheses.

Photo Key: diff oil

The funny thing, in late November of 2019 I finished a big job at work and took in about an extra $1,000 take home pay. I decided to spend that on non-perishable household supplies that I ordered in bulk. Amazon had this deal where you’d get fairly large amounts off when you set up auto-renewing orders. So I did that with like $500 worth of stuff that would re-order in 60 days. Bath soap, toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, laundry detergent. Some of those things I’m actually still working on today. I remember thinking “Toilet paper? Should I add a bunch of toilet paper? Nah, what do I need to hoard toilet paper for?”

He got polio and was bedridden, and he came up with this hoist system of pulleys and ropes to move himself around with, which went wrong and strangled him. So at least his death was sufficiently hilarious.

Did Australia also go stupid for toilet paper?

Automotive CMYK

Cyan: Washer fluid

Magenta: ATF

Yellow: Coolant

Key: Engine oil

“surge in demand” or “dip in supply?” Do so-called “journalists” even go to school anymore?

Stand back 3 wolf moon, we’ve got two sauropod lightning.

Hit by a self-driving car while holding his sign.

As in, they’re gonna stop making redundant bullshit proprietary memory cards in formats no one else uses?

Great. Glad to hear it. Good riddance. Don’t let the casket lid hit you on your way out.

Probably.

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So first of all, I am going to blow my head off with a shotgun rather than die of old age.

I’ve watched generations of my ancestors die of old age. I haven’t once mourned at the funeral of an old person; the mourning was always complete months if not years prior when the person they were, the person I knew, actually died, while their empty demented corpse rotted in motion. It doesn’t only destroy them, it destroys another. Somebody ends up saddled with the almost round the clock job of tending to them. I’ll not suffer that fate nor damn another to it.

Second, where the fuck do you get off telling me I live in a place and time where a decent life can be lived, you smarmy cunt for fuck? Get the fuck away from me, traitor.

Hello, CGP Grey here, with a sheet of A4 paper, which is a special aspect ratio that remains the same shape when doubled in size to A3, or cut in half to A5, into quarters to A6 or eighths to A7. It’s such a hypnotizing effect, that you can keep going…down…down…

down…to the size of a bee, the size of the organs of the bee, the cells of those organs, the molecules of those cells. Just ten doublings down and the lights go out, as we hit the limits of anything that could be called human vision. Turning on magic science vision, we see DNA, the instructions of life, and the atoms that make it up. Falling through the electron shell and then twice as many doublings in scale as we’ve already gone we find the nucleus of the atom, tightly packed protons and neutrons, each made of three quarks, at which point we fall down, down and down and down to the basement of existence to reach the Planck length, the smallest distance the universe can contain, which hints at a reality pixel, which we probably shouldn’t think about.

At this scale, at the bottom of reality, there is…nothing here, except for the violin on which I shall play you a sad little tune.

“Somehow” he owns the only PC video game store that matters.

Well if he woke up obviously the first stab didn’t kill him so I’d stab him again.

Look, do you want me to fight a class war, or not? Rich people got hurt. Yay.

No that’s fortified swine, and it’s from Porktugal.