"You Don't Know Me. I'm Not The Same Person Anymore."

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he was also Abu in all three Aladdin movies and probably every Aladdin spinoff series or video game to ever exist

posts that make you go "wait why was Abu in Hercules"

I am a magic user and I am going to cast a spell. watch this. I'm going to cast the sleep spell on myself. good night. love you

love coming home for the holidays because I can wear the same clothes for five days straight and nobody bats an eye. I can sleep on the couch and no one tells me to go to bed. I can wear a Chewbacca onesie in public. I can go home and shower and then put the same onesie back on and wear it for four more days. I can sleep on the floor next to the fireplace if I want. I can sit in the garage and cuddle cats and forget I was supposed to be like. bringing in milk or something? and someone else will just. take care of it. okay this post is mostly about the clothes thing because it's so liberating to not have to choose a new outfit every single day of existence and when no one cares that's really nice

Here to mention that this is the same friend that sent me this once:

"I'm a burden" congratulations Janet you have discovered the way that society is meant to function?

best thing you could have ever said to me. like my dad always says. the only way to treat a cold is with contempt. I present: the only way to treat Sad Boi hours is with disdain

[ID: screenshot with the words "And yeah we've all got limits and flaws and whatever"]

"paring knife? you said paring knife? uh, never mind then" I say as I subtly tuck my favorite parrying knife back into my boot

would you like a segment of my orange

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adorable dad thing today: watching the man cook

for context, when he was a young college student he worked at a fancy restaurant in the middle of nowhere. From time to time he pulls out his skills from that restaurant whether it's cooking or random waiter things or whatnot. He absolutely loves cooking. He's so good at it too.

And, I don't know, there's just something about it. Him opening the oven to pull out three pans of golden beautiful enchiladas made with such specificity and love. Enough to feed his family for two days and also a couple of young adults who were stopping by for food. The love. Small batch huge heart. So much care.

He used to hate complex foods. He used to be a horrible picky eater who didn't like tomatoes or mushrooms or anything red or anything grown up. (This was before I knew him, but I know stories.) He used to hate cooking. And then, to be a dad, he learned. He learned for work to support his family and then he learned for love to feed his family. And decades later he's still at it. And it's incredible. I cannot fathom food as good as my dad's.

Forget adorable. My dad is precious.

oh no my greatest weakness (simple subtraction) revealed! ya got me there my friend hc-ppc

sincerely,

oo-do

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Which OC would eat a rock?

Thank you, /r/ProgrammerHumor, I love you endlessly.

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