“I am heavy weapons guy”
“and this, is what I use to protect trans women”
“trans rights are human rights. not big surprise”
“Transphobes think they can outsmart me…maybe, maybe… But I’ve yet to meet one that can outsmart boolet.”
Grass grows, sun shines, birds fly, and brotha?
I HURT TRANSPHOBES
“How am I gonna stop some big mean transphobe from disrespecting both dysphoric and non-dysphoric trans people? The answer…”
“…is a gun.”
IF GOD HAD WANTED TRANSPHOBES TO LIVE
HE WOULD NOT HAVE CREATED ME!
It get’s better! vhen the transphobe voke up, der skeleton was missing, and da doctor vas never heard from again!
“One transmisogynistic statement, one careless promotion of bigoted fear-mongering, one transphobic joke… and kablooie!”
The full story:
There is an Irish restaurant chain called Supermacs that has opnened around 100 stores in Ireland since 1978.
Recently, McDonald’s decided that this small restaurant chain that hasn’t even made it out of Ireland needed to be taught a lesson, and sued them on the basis that “Supermacs” infringes on the “Big Mac” brand name. Which is, of course, absolutely ridiculous.
McDonald’s ended up losing the case, because of course they did, they didn’t have a case to begin with. As a result, McDonald’s lost the rights to the term “Big Mac” across the entire European Union.
Which is why Burger King gets to do this with no legal repercussions.
- parents’ evening
- literally the entirety of Christmas Day
- lying in bed with earphones in
- anything you do between 3-4am
- driving in the dark
-when you come out of the movie theater and it’s dark outside
this post is so frightening and i Don’t Know Why
I work too closely with geologists not to have a contingency plan for eliminating them.
Showed my Geologist dad a picture of the obsidian knife you had and he nearly said this exact thing word for word. I can’t believe my own father would fall prey to this. Clearly you know thine enemy
Disclaimer: my hatred of geologists is purely theatrical, but if I did have to kill one for some reason, it would be very easy.
I’d brandish my obsidian knife at them and they’d be compelled to approach. “That’s very cool,” they’d say, confident in their superior strength and endurance from all the rocks they carry around at all times. They’d shower me with very interesting facts about obsidian and hover just out of range of the cutting edge, waiting for me to exhaust myself. “But as it is volcanic glass, it’s very fragile, you see, and isn’t well-suited for use as a weap—” and then I’d hit them with the wooden baseball bat in my other hand, which they would not have noticed because geologists can only see rocks and minerals.