GHORB

Beware part timer, for the dreaded Horrorboros arises from the abyssal depths to rain down destruction (which means mandatory overtime)!

The Onion pulling zero fucking punches.

I'm fucking weeping rn

i hope as much as the next guy that fourteen doesn't overshadow ncuti's doctor or his stories, and i also hope fourteen gets rad specials and maybe even appears on the unit spinoff. but there's a part of me that wishes that they'll release like 10 minute web shorts of the doctor trying to do mundane tasks for the first time. like we see a close up of tennant, sonic at the ready, hair spiked to the gods, and he's like "alright. allons-y!" and then we cut to the title card and it's like

some tumblr etiquette for new people!!

Back on my bullshit

the splatoon experience

"sex" literally isn't real. "ohhh i just had sex" you "had" sex? where did it go? did it grow legs and run away?? idiot

Elon Musk's twitter meltdown is so fascinating to watch. It's like seeing the class clown become the principal and then implode in real time.

It's like he hyped himself up on this platform of "No more school rules! All the dumb teachers are getting fired! Recess forever!" and now that he's bumblingly stumblingly found himself in the principal's chair he's trying overly hard to double-down on all his asinine promises in a desperate bid to maintain the approval of all the burnouts he fostered favor with all while he's slowly being crushed beneath the mounting pressure of learning test scores dictate funding and half of those stupid dumb fired teachers were pivotal to keeping the system running

and now the fire is slowly spreading and his liberated lackeys are tearing down the halls and smashing displays and pulling the alarm while Elon tries desperately to assure the super-intendent that nothing's changed and test scores will be just the same as always while in the same breath doing everything in his power to maintain his Cool Guy Runs the Cool School persona to the delinquent actively spray-painting the super-intendent's shoes.

By which I mean he's having the WORST time and wants nothing more than to go back to his smart-ass class clown role where he could opine and whine about all the ways HE'D run this better without needing to face the reality of hemorrhaging $1 billion a year in pure interest on his massive loan (never mind that actual unprofitability of Twitter and its massive revenue losses) at the helm of a project he's chosen to capsize with ideas so blitheringly stupid that only a man surrounded by 1 million sycophantic yes-man could have ever even considered following through on.

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