We Are Living In George Orwell's Wet Dream.

We are living in George Orwell's wet dream.

How the fuck are you supposed to greet someone at 12:00? "Good Noon?" "Good Day?" It's like a whole hour of the day that you can't say good morning or good afternoon.

Tumblr should add a politics filter. I don't want to know what one shitty old dude is saying about another shitty old dude, I just want to laugh at memes and look at cat pics.

I made the cinnamon toast crunch mascots as D&D enemies.

And now you have it. (I made it when I first started playing DnD, so sorry it's a bit wonky)

Y'all think vampires get addicted to certain blood types the way we do certain foods and drugs? Like imagine a vampire tweaking because he didn't get his type-O fix that week.

So yesterday I wrapped my car around a tree. (Don't worry, I just broke my wrist and ring finger) and I did so while Terminus El Dorado by Ted Nugent was playing. That's right, the song about a girl who dies in a car crash.