"There’s this issue you’re not allowed to discuss: that women are needy. Men can go for longer, more happily, without women. That’s the truth. We don’t, as little boys, play at being married - we try to avoid it for as long as possible. Meanwhile women are out there hunting for husbands."
It has come to my attention that there are fully legal adults who are not familiar with this, who do not know what to do when they hear it, and indeed, were born after it came out.
This is unacceptable.
It is irrevocably tattooed into the brain of anyone vaguely associated with Western culture who was old enough to form cognizant memories in the mid 90s. And yes, we can all do the dance. I guarantee you Dean Winchester can do the dance. Bobby can do the dance. Sherlock can do the dance. Tony Stark has made sure all his robots can do the dance.
And all of you over the age of 25 already know what it is before you press play.
I was hoping it wasn’t this.
I PRESSED PLAY AND MY BODY JUST STARTED DOING THE DANCE FROM SHEER MUSCLE MEMORY
I PLAYED 4 SECONDS OF THIS AND MY LITTLE SISTER STOPPED WHAT SHE WAS DOING AND STARTED DANCING, AS DID MY MOTHER THIS IS SOME VOODOO SHIT
Except you are so daft, it’s not even remotely amusing.
The USB key was essentially developed by a computer whiz to store data, information and other software in a mobile source from one computer to the other. The slasher you see up there was created to cut open solid objects like boxes, ropes, etc but to also carve and slice inanimate objects. The lighter you see up there was made for cigarettes. The first three objects have domestic, legitimate use.
The gun, in contrast, has no other domestic objectives and usage. It was specifically made to kill. That is all. Kill. You don’t use a gun to store software programs, you don’t use a gun to peel an orange, you don’t use a gun to light a cigarette up. You use a gun to kill.
Try another comparison. Stop embarrassing yourselves.
APPLY COLD WATER TO BURNED AREA
NAH MAN IT’S A THIRD DEGREE BURN HERE THE PERSON NEEDS A SKIN GRAPH
Crowley being the last one alive at the end of season 10 and right before the end credits you just see him holding a contract and he looks at the camera and says “Looks like your 10 years are up, love. Be sure to leave your feelings behind for the next show.” and then he disappears and as the screen fades to black all you hear is barking and howling getting louder until one final growl is heard and then silence.
There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.
I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele