My previous post was heinous misinformation
N4ut’s real name is actually Tram Hamburger. I would like to apologize to Ms. Hamburger for the lie I was spreading earlier.
N4ut’s real name is actually Tram Hamburger. I would like to apologize to Ms. Hamburger for the lie I was spreading earlier.
haha oh wow are you really going to try and make this be my fault somehow
I have literally just been looking at this for like 5 minutes now, wondering how to respond.
The only reason it’s nice right now is because California is full of micro-climates and so a bunch of areas get things like June Gloom (it is exactly what it sounds like). But once july rolls around it’s 80 degrees or higher until mid November.
Oh man, that reminds me, La Niña…
*inland so cal weather
coastal southern California weather is like living in purgatory.
It’s literally always 73ish and sunny. WHAT IS WEATHER TELL ME PLEASE I HAVE FORGOTTEN.
WE HAVE NO SEASONS.
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more of this tomfoolery at 3 in the morning
Hell is for children.
(Excerpt transcribed from PC Gamer UK magazine)
Did you know that a brief glimpse of the colour red before a test can impair your performance by up to 20%, and that doing a task with words related to ‘elderly’ will make you slower to walk when you leave the room afterwards?…
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You wake up in bed one morning. It’s bright, but there is an eerie silence. Not a single bird is singing, no voices can be heard outside, no noises of any sort. Suddenly, you hear a soft sort of chanting. It gets louder and louder, and you realize, it’s not chanting, it’s some sort of rock song. It increases in volume, seems to come from no where and yet everywhere at once, and then it merges into the sound of male voices intensely chanting “BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL”.
You hurriedly stagger outside, and all your neighbors are outside as well. Everyone is frozen with their eyes fixed on the sky. None of them make any movements or sounds. They just stare. You look up as well.
In the sky, you see the gigantic face of a smiling man in a bow tie. His face gets closer and closer, and larger as he gets nearer. The song gets louder until your ears feel like they’re going to explode. Eventually, the entire sky is taken up by the man’s face. The time is now up for humanity. The end is Nye.
I have bullshitted my way through almost two decades of life
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