How many potatoes does it take to kill an Irish man?
just like the population of Ireland during the Great Famine
history nerds are the best.
I applaud people who get up and get dressed because I stay in my pajamas all day unless I’m going out
people who follow me that never reblog me and don’t seem to share many interests with me
i hope you are enjoying your stay i kinda respect that you haven’t totally unfollowed me and at least tolerate me on your dash
Massive thanks to @jacksgapupdates for the picture c:
why is this whole website suddenly obsessed w/ cotton eyed joe
Yeah like where did it come from where did it go
In the winter I sleep with twelve blankets on.
In the summer I turn on a fan then sleep with twelve blankets on.
i have a basket with 10 apples in it and a basket with 20 apples in it and i want to make the baskets equal
so i figured i have 10 more apples, ill put 10 more apples into the first basket and no more into the second basket
but its weird because when i reach over to put the 10 apples in the first basket the second basket starts crying and says “why don’t i get 10 apples too”
(the baskets have little faces and can talk to me)
i try explaining to basket #2 that it already has 20 apples in it and i want to make them equal
“if you want to make us equal then give me 10 apples too! i want it to be equal too. 10 apples for both baskets. that’s equal. don’t you know what equal means?” the second basket says
i try explaining to basket #2 that he has an incorrect understanding of the situation but it insists that if i don’t give 10 apples to both baskets, i’m showing disproportional preference for basket #1.
i try to just put the apples in basket #1 and bypass basket #2’s opinions and be done with it but this time when i reach over, basket #2 throws itself at basket #1 in frustration and knocks the 10 apples out of my hand onto the floor and knocks a bunch more apples out of basket #1 in the process
basket #1 has a hard time picking the apples back up off the floor because every time basket #1 picks one more apple up basket #2 yells and cries and says “look! look! basket #1 got another apple! look! someone give me another apple too! it’s only fair!”
i say, “basket #2, youre a terrible basket and i hate you” but it wont stop and it wont be quiet. this has been a story about my talking baskets.
f is for friends who do stuff without you
u is for ur alone
n is no one wants to be with you because all you do is sit at home
“But don’t let your illness stop you!!!1!1!!”
I’m not “letting” my illness stop me it just plain IS stopping me it’s an ILLNESS it makes me ILL that’s what it DOES.
Everyone needs to read this.
Seriously. If I had that much control over my illness, I wouldn’t fucking be ill, now would I?