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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Also, those stickers seem so over the top that, back in 2016, I would have said surely they're either a parody, or someone trying way too hard to frame a Trump supporter and failing because they went over the top. But since this is the darkest possible timeline, those fucking stickers look about right for the unhinged people who support Trump. (And, apparently, their kids who play soccer.)
Yeah, the whole thing would have been way too OTT on Earth-that-Was.
Not just Florida, y'all -- Plantation, Florida, because in the Trump-Is-POTUS AU, nothing is too on the nose.
It's not just the darkest timeline, it's the darkest poorly-written Trump fanfic timeline.
So obviously the dude is really a big ole libtard just pretending to be a deplorable to sabotage the righteous right.
My non-NT mind is stuck on "blue tarp," which I hear a lot. Fiber-reinforced plastic (as opposed to outdated canvas) tarpaulins come in silver, orange, and green, that I'm aware of. Probably beige or something, as well. Is there some rule that says one has to specify the color when mentioning use of a tarp?
Laura, already seeing that on my Facebook feed. Grr.
So I woke this morning with about 30 flea bites, mainly on one part of my neck, and about a dozen or so in my cleavage. I kind of suspected Oz might have fleas because I had the odd bite here and there lately, but I've never found any evidence of any on him or anywhere else. Oh boy is it going to be a fun night of laundry and vacuuming.
The weighted blanket I ordered (you know, to relax me and alleviate anxiety) got misdelivered to a neighbor's house. We got their package instead. Amazon claimed that my package had been delivered to a "front desk or receptionist" and signed for by someone named Bailey. This whole process did not reduce my anxiety.
It's not just the darkest timeline, it's the darkest poorly-written Trump fanfic timeline.
At least My Immortal was entertaining. This timeline is so, so not.
In other fire news, a Fresno man, who was house-sitting for his parents, decided to blow-torch some bl*ck w*d*w jillifonts.
Does the article have photos? I want to read it, but am wary.
Last night I did not use fire on giant jillifont that was in the basement. I sensibly screamed and ran away. (Mr. Loomycakes is away, so I have to deal with jillifonts on my own. Pray for me.)
Dear god of jillifonts, please tell your creatures to leave the Gothy One be. She looks friendly, but it's best to admire her from afar, if you have eight legs.
I'm sorry to add to this, but I've been trying to figure out what to do here: I have a tiny jillifont who lives in my kitchen, and which I enjoy. Except I recently realized there are two, so now I'm afraid someday there will be many! Should I just put them outside? Now I feel bad and like I'm evicting them.