>be pete hegseth
I’d rather not
A professor of mine posited that most every sentence ever spoken or written had never before been communicated. There was some compelling math behind it, and some compelling reason it was mentioned, but I still find it dubious.
When I was in a remedial history class to make time for advanced Spanish, several kids were entirely unable to read. All of them very poor and black. I remember it frequently, any time I try to get my head around the state of the US and the reason education is so frequently under attack. Systemic racism has far reaching ramifications.
Alright. One layer matzah, one thick layer casu marzu, one layer vegemite. Would you eat the bread, cheese, and sauce?
This finally made me look for the original, deleted, frustratingly unarchived post. But there are higher resolution pics, and they show herbs n’ ground beef. At least a passable amount of both.
I feel like it’s important to me to learn whether the sauce is actually good. I’m terrified that it’s bland. It looks bland. I cannot see any spices or herbs. This is stressing me out more than it should.
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Anonymous
11/03/25(Mon)11:55:56 No.283509426
>>283505479 (OP)
this is just qualityslop. You only like it because it's good
Anonymous
11/03/25(Mon)11:57:10 No.283509466
>>283509426
What?
Panel 1: Prince Charming in all his regalia pursues Cinderella as she crests the stairs and rounds a corner. “Don’t go” he yells after her.
Panel 2: He stops at the bottom of the staircase and mumbles to himself in defeat. “No…”
Panel 3. Prince Charming, doused in sweat, peers toward the steps and notices a single glass slipper set on its side. “Hmm” he says to himself, “this is…” he trails off.
Panel 4: the background disappears and we focus entirely upon his face. His expression exudes focus.
Panel 5: The young royal stands at attention, facing away from the steps. Upon his right foot, the glass slipper now sits. “Perfect” he finishes.
Trying a picture to text transcription. Will fix it later, if there are any errors
I have a story that my father told me. It happened to him when I was a highscooler.
> be my father
›live in two storey house
›bedrooms are upstairs, livingroom, kitchen and computer room are downstairs
›nice neighbourhood, but had some unexplained thefts, nothing serious
›sleeping peacefully, when something wakes you up
>look at clock, it's 3 am
>suddenly, stairs creak
›wooden stairs, they creak under weight
>hear it again, just a second, like someone walks step by step or something low weight
›dogs and cats are definately outside
›at this point eyes are open and listening
›see a flash of light coming from the stairs (doors have glass parts)
>hear the creaking again, then one more flash
>finally decides to check it out, can't go back to sleep anyway
>go out of the door, try to reach for the light switch when suddenly a creak
>glance toward stairs in reflex
›see something humanoid on all fours, limbs all twisted, one "hand" grasping a step, holding something in the other
>lock eyes for a second, frozen in fear
>when the thing slightly moves, jump back into room
›run around like a madman, looking for anything that can be used as a weapon
>nothing there, picks up a fucking chair
›storms out, ready to pummel even a tank with the chair
>except there is nothing
>mom is up too at this point, check the house as quiet as possible, so the kids won't wake up
>find nothing, even with lights on
>go back to sleep
He told me next day, asked if I heard anything. I said I didn't, and maybe he just had a nightmare, since mom didn't hear or saw anything. The truth is, I did hear and see everything. You know, I had a curfew at 10 pm, but my parents went to bed before that, so I played some game and finished at 3 am. I used my phone as a light source, only when needed, and went on all fours, because I thought distributing the weight might ease down the creaking. I thought I will die when dad looked at me, but when he went back, I bolted back to my room and pretended I was asleep.
blue check marks
Ew
Story goes that it was only up for an incredibly brief window (heh) and that tools were disallowed for all of the pre-screened participants of the competition. Supposedly, even with all of these measures in place, something still went wrong with the glass, causing the competition to run short.
Anon got it backwards, networks noticed how profitable Netflix was and bumped the price for Netflix to stream their stuff. Netflix responded by producing their own content rather than leasing others’ at exorbitant rates. Then Netflix later got greedy and bumped their prices, lowered their quality, and cancelled all of their good shows.
This is what I hate about the homunculi of twitter company personalities. “Hahaa, did you see the way Walmart clapped back at IBM?“ Humanizing vast, faceless companies puppeted by sociopathic business majors triggers every rage response that my body can muster. Please, shut the fuck up
They did protest. And everyone was arrested. Then they protested the arrests. And everyone was arrested. Then people just silently stood in groups holding blank signs. And everyone was arrested.
I’ve been held up for my backpack twice. I just carry everything in a grocery bag now. No one cares to steal my “groceries.” I might need to swap back to a backpack once food prices explode