bilingual my ass. you’re either heterolingual or homolingual
I am attempting this new parenting tactic with my mom. It is called I do what I want.
Besides for the emotional turmoil
The attempts of manipulations.
Like it’s working out pretty well if you only look at the results. I mean the
results were almost homocide.
The keyword is ALMOST.
But I had a great time in between the two points were I lost my mind and shouted at an inanimate object.
MORIARTY BEING LIKE “OH, YOU STILL DON’T KNOW, DO YOU? THE REASON WHY HE DIED. WHY HE… LEFT YOU. FUNNY REALLY, THAT HE DIDN’T TELL YOU HIMSELF… BUT, I SUPPOSE… UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES…” and he glances meaningfully at john’s wedding ring or mary if she’s around AND JOHN IS LIKE… SO MAD.. .JAW CLENCHED… JUST LIEK… WAITING TO HEAR WHY SHERLOCK JUMPED BECAUSE HE’S SO CURIOUS… AND MORIARTY KNOWS
The latke sighed. ‘Presents aren’t really a big part of Hanukah,’ it said in a voice hoarse from screaming. ‘There’s nothing wrong with giving gifts to loved ones, of course, but it’s more important to light the candles for eight consecutive nights, to commemorate the miracle in the temple and the miracle of victory even when you are thoroughly outnumbered, so you shouldn’t give up hope.’
'Plus, Santa Claus,' said the pine tree.
The latke was too exhausted to scream. ‘Santa Claus has nothing to do with it,’ the latke said. ‘Christmas and Hanukah are completely different things.’‘But different things can often blend together,’ said the pine tree. ‘Let me tell you a funny story about pagan rituals.’
WHY ARENT THERE ADULT-SIZED PLAYGROUNDS
LIKE EVERYTHING IS THE SAME AS A KIDS PLAYGROUND
WHY DO WE NOT HAVE THOSE
theme parks. just. theme parks.
but u have to pay for theme parks
that’s the adult part
son of a bitch
ladies and gentlemen, behold
the St. Louis City Museum:
Playground for adults and children.
They even serve alcohol.
I know where we’re going guys
if you’re ever sad, please try and imagine how cool and hardcore Cecil Gershwin Palmer would think you are, living in a world with wheat toast and mountains, and how many times he might call you “neat”