I pity the future generations that have to deal with gen z ghosts that yell “yeet” everytime they move everything around the house to creep the owner out
salt & vinegar chips are snacks for fucking masochists. literally the entire flavour of the goddamn chip is “acetic acid, which will hurt your tongue, and then just salt on top of that to hurt it worse”. it’s brutal. this chip is designed to hurt you
some of you are acting like i hate salt and vinegar chips and i need to clarify: i do not hate them. old dutch baked salt & vinegar chips is my favourite flavour of chips and one time i ate two bags of them in two days and my tongue started bleeding. i love the goddamn things. but why did humanity make them. to what end. my tongue literally bled from eating them. the flavour of them is just acid and salt. their gimmick is pain. and yet……. Chips Good…….
Tonight I have something to offer that’s not art…it’s a lovely story. The story of the worst thing I have ever taken part in creating.
So!! Back at the beginning of the second semester of AP Calculus we were taking our first quiz on intergrals, and my teacher told us that he wanted to see the big “S” on our quiz or else we wouldn’t get credit.
Now, by big “S” of course he meant the integral symbol, like this:
But the integral symbol is not the first thing my gremlin brain thinks of when I hear “the big S” and then I got a horrible idea, which I then proceeded to draw and show to my Calc teacher…
It has been dubbed the Cursed Integral by my class and my teacher hates it with all of his being
bus drivers who re-open their doors when they see someone running towards the stop are neutral good. any other kind of bus driver is automatically lawful evil
chaotic evil: the bus driver who saw me running to the stop and waited until i was at the door to close it and drive away
Time to bring back my husband’s fucking legendary bus story:
Gay Ryan 