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Pants are important (and on sale right now for $40)

Pants are important. They are the foundation of human civilization. They are the only thing that separates us from animals. Have you ever seen a Panda Bear wear pants? What about a fish? Didn’t think so.

Pants not only keep us warm but out of trouble. Today, go to work or school or outside without pants and see how long it takes for someone to get upset and try to get you in trouble.

Our sweatpants were overpriced. We paid too much for them (cough, cought, custom woven tag) which pushed the retail price too high. That won’t happen again.

I’m sure there are those among you saying I’d never buy those, they have the word “tumblr” on them. I’d say if people are staring at your pants that carefully, carefully enough to read that it says tumblr you need to get the heck out of there.

I’ve put the pants on sale for $40, which is basically our cost. I’d much rather see them out in the world keeping your phone safe and warm than on my shelf judging me for being such a terrible marketer and not being able to sell them.

Edit: Here is the sizing chart, sorry for not including it.

You are not a real person. You are a narrative voice constructed by an advertising professional in pursuit of that white whale ‘relatability’. The remarks that imply a shoestring budget, the laughable attempt to pass off $40 as breaking even with production cost, the self-deprecation (again, of a person who does not exist), the farce of editing the post with a forgotten addition… it’s all so transparently manufactured. This is not relatable or even funny, it’s pathetic and uninteresting. I hope these sell so poorly that they get marked down (legitimately, and not as part of the fiction) to $2.50

txttletale:

a good conversation tip is that when you initiate a conversation or a topic within a conversation, you are implicitly Casting the other person in a role–they’ll have had or observed similar interactions in the past and understand this even if not consciously. like the simplest example of this is that if you say ‘knock knock’, the other person knows they’re meant to say ‘who’s there?’. this is why intense self-deprecation is a shitty social move, because you are casting your conversational partner in one of two roles: Guy Who Argues With You, which is inherently a tiring role to be put in, especially on the regular, or worse, Guy Who Agrees That You Suck Because They’ve Always Secretly Hated You, which nobody wants to be. verbally self-flagellating isn’t bad social form because it’s wrong to express symptoms of mental illness, it’s bad because unless you are careful you end up implicitly offering the people youre talking to a whip they dont want

proofweed-deactivated20230515:

*gameshow audience*

Show.

That.

Hole.

theducknamedchad:

mf-dude:

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tiktoks-we-like:

blunttheking:

emil:

emil:

i feel like people forget that homestuck had a lot of talented musicians working on it, not just toby

this bothers me mostly because one of the most iconic songs, Doctor, was composed by a trans person (she/her, her name was George Buzinkai, im not sure how she identified beyond her pronouns) who passed away in 2018. for all of homestuck’s many flaws i think it’s okay and good to celebrate art like this that came from it

i know i already reblogged this but here’s Doctor so you can remind yourself what a great song it is

peroxider:

darkwebdad:

listening to phil collins

I hope that all internet content is obliterated except for this video

commandtower-solring-go:

the-doctored-pepper:

space-arcanist:

tiktoks-for-tired-tots:

I can’t get over “and comes fucks me”.

This video ruined all those aesthetic photos of fog for me. I can’t see a foggy landscape without this video playing in my head.

It’s Comes Fucks Me Wednesday babes

theyellowbrickroad:

i had the best human interaction of all time last night. i was sitting at a bar eating an appetizer and this guy comes up to order a drink and stares at my food and comments how good it looks. when i am drunk i use the word bitch like it is a comma, i plug it into any space in a sentence possible. so naturally the first thing i say to this stranger is, “go ahead and take one, bitch.”

he looks SO shocked and taken aback and goes “what did you just say? how do you know my name?” so i sit there for a moment trying to figure out what the fuck he is talking about, and then go, “…. bitch?” and he looks so relieved and tells me his name is mitch.

i cannot stop thinking about this. oh my god. imagine going into a bar and someone you know for a fact youve never met approaches you and says “go ahead and take one, mitch.” im cracking the fuck up. he looked like he thought this was the fucking truman show

lithominium:

soft-october-night:

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Like to charge reblog to cast

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You’re not casting