i.e. why when you or someone else gets stabbed or impaled, you should leave the object in the wound until medical help arrives.
THIS. RIGHT HERE. This is an amazing example!!
If you take the thing out, they’re going to bleed a lot more.
SO. DONT.
News Flash from the Medical Help ™ — we don’t touch it either! Unless the object they’re impaled with is literally too big to fit in the ambulance, We. Don’t. Touch. The. Thing.
The only people qualified to Take-The-Thing-Out are surgeons. End of story.
Okay, but for the love of God, please, PLEASE, if you did, if you panicked and took the thing out…. DON’T…. PUT IT BACK IN.
Or else, congratulations, you just stabbed them AGAIN. I reeeeeally shouldn’t have to say this guys, but I do.
This is true, but it’s important to note that religion shouldn’t function like this either. If your religion is doing something you don’t agree with, you are still a good person of faith if you push back.
idk if I’ve posted about this before but by far the strangest things that’s happened to me in retail was the time someone’s total came out to my birth-year and I said “hey! that’s the year I was born!” and then the next customer’s total came out to like $12.57 and just bc I’m a weirdo I said “hey! that’s the year I was born!” and without missing a fucking beat this like, 70+ year old man said
“Ah! Another like me! We’re few and far between these days, aren’t we?”
And I was like oh man this guy’s sense of humor really aligns with mine! And I laughed and made some other joke about being immortal and thought that was the end of it,
but this man.
He stood by the register for five more minutes. Maybe more. Which let me tell you is an EXCRUTIATING amount of time for something like this to happen.
And he just kept upping the ante!! He starting talking about some REALLY specific details regarding day-to-day life in the 1300s to the point I started getting worried that I’d misled a genuinely immortal being to believe I am also immortal.
He eventually politely left when I got too busy with other customers to awkwardly respond.
Who the fuck was that guy.
I think it’s also important to mention this happened at Cracker Barrel.
You know what I always imagined Dark Side!Logan would be? 😉
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I’ve been clicking this picture all day, every time I see it, and each time I notice something new with the transparency, and it’s amazing. And both expressions are just so great! And I haven’t slept so my words to express how wonderful I find this picture are not good so I’ll just end with
I have this headcanon in which Sirius ran away from home during the summer between his 5th and 6th year. After leaving Grimmauld Place, Sirius met Regulus only at Hogwarts, as soon as the new school year began. It probably was not a good reunion.
Sorry for the feels, the tears and angst post……
This is the first time I post something like this and I’m a bit nervous….i’m not really satisfied….but better than nothing, no? 🙂 it would be nice to do a whole comic one day o(╥﹏╥)o
ngl one of the main reasons i ship romione is because hermione got a cat that is the cat version of ron
…you just blew my entire mind
BIG, GINGER, GRUMPY, AND A LITTLE VIOLENT who am i talking about ron or crookshanks you don’t know
My mind keeps also drawing comparisons between Ron the Consistently Underappreciated with his overachieving brothers, and Crookshanks who languished at the pet store watching the cuter kittens get adopted…
This also makes Ron’s dislike of Crookshanks pretty hilarious
THAT IS ABSOLUTELY THE CRUX OF MY CROOKSHANKS IS THE CAT VERSION OF RON PHILOSOPHY. Fucking of course he hates that cat because he is that cat and he is Ron fucking Weasley. If Ron Weasley had a double that double would be better than him and he’d hate him too.
And of course Hermione has a soft spot for the most disagreeable, underdog cat in the world.
Befrends a lonly black haired dog who had spent years neglected and locked away.
my mom isn’t a big shit for brains most of the time. but some of the time, man.
like she recently started buying this, like, garbage coffee from big lots. and if it was because it was cheap-ok fine, thats a real reason. but her reason was because the brand was called “seattle’s best” (Seattle’s Best Coffee LLC, a subsidiary of starbucks, considered “working class” starbucks. it is LITERALLY low rent starbucks, so if u havent already tasted this coffee, you now know exactly what it fucking tasted like. cardboard soaked with lighter fluid and subjected to gamma radiation until suitably charred)
and when i asked her why she kept buying it she said ‘it’s because it’s seattle’s best?” as if that was ? a real thing? and i was like “what the fuck r u talking about,” to which she responded along the lines of, “well, it’s the best in seattle, that’s a whole city, it has to be good coffee”
like, first of all, who would determine that, the coffee police?
second of all, they lied, mom! it’s a lie! to which she was like, but it says SEATTLES BEST, and im like, fucking anyone can say anything! people can just lie! how have you survived to be fifty-fuck years old thinking things you read on food labels are true, you should be dead of food poisoning or malnutrition or some shit
its amazing. and a thing i think is consistent along her approximate generation, who didn’t grow up being told by the internet that they’ve won 87 free ipads every day of their lives and they just, like. do not believe that people can just get away with lying. but they can. anyone can say anything. nothing is real. i didn’t really win any ipads, mom, and this is not seattles best
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