CAN. FUCKING. CONFIRM. Florida Is The Dangling Dick Of America In More Ways Than One.

CAN. FUCKING. CONFIRM. Florida is the dangling dick of America in more ways than one.

dont let tumblr make you think its okay to live in florida

Fear of Public Shame is….. this is wild, guys

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Snowy is a specbio god change my mind

Doodles of randomly generated aliens https://zarkonnen.itch.io/planet-generator

I hate to spoil the perfect 69 notes but I made a version of this a while ago and it’s been immortalized in at least three separate discord servers.

Mothman

You're a moth and a man

I said Mothman

Got a twelve foot wingspan

I said Mothman

Scared some kids in a van

On their

Way

To

Meet

Some

Fam'ly

Our favorite cryptid's an

M-O-T-H

The famous man who's an

M-O-T-H

He's a nocturnal dude

He's got wings and he flies

And he's

Got

Them

Big

Ol

Red Eyes

MOTHMAN

HES A MOTH AND A MAN

I SAID MOTHMAN

HES A MOTH AND A MAN

I SAID MOTHMAN

HES A MOTH AND A MAN

SO

TURN

ON

ALL

YOUR

LAMPS

PLEASE

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I love Stabby honestly and I'm so glad I finally found the original post so I can reblog it.

on the topic of humans being the intergalactic “hold my beer” species: imagine an alien stepping onto a human starship and seeing a space roomba™ with a knife duct taped onto it, just wandering around the ship

it doesn’t have any special intelligence. it’s just a normal space roomba. there are other space roombas on the ship and they don’t have knives. it’s just this one. knife space roomba has full clearance to every room in the ship. occasionally crew members will be talking and then suddenly swear and clutch their ankle. knife space roomba putters off, leaving them to their mild stab wounds.

“what is the point?” asks the alien as another crew member casually steps over the knife-wielding robot. “is it to test your speed and agility?”

“no it doesn’t really go that fast,” replies the captain.

“does it teach you to stay ever-vigilant?”

“I mean I guess so but that’s more of a side effect.”

“does it weed out the weak? does it protect you from invaders? do repeated stabbings let your species heal more quickly in the future?”

“it doesn’t stab very hard, it gets us more than it gets our enemies, and no, but that sounds cool — someone write that down.”

“but then what is its purpose?”

“I don’t know,” the captain says, leaning down to give the space roomba an affectionate pat. “it just seemed cool”