Why There Are No Century Old Toys In Toy Story

ah yes, yellow concrete, make russian boy BEEG n STRONK

RULERZREACHF4N

Yeah quiet quitting is great and all but have you tried chaotic working?

Like. I remember back in my grocery store cashier days I did so much crazy shit.

When WIC (Women, infants, and children voucher program to help low income mothers/families with children) people were in my line I would pretty much know who they were. Before the cards they had to tell us upfront they were WIC and show us their vouchers for what they were allowed to get (it was awful some times. Like. 2 gallons of milk. $4 worth of vegetables etc etc). They’d always have items hanging back, waiting to see what the total was and if they would have to take it off the belt.

I began to place the fruits/vegetables a certain way on the register scale so that like 1/2lbs of grapes read as like .28lbs or something. Then act shocked when I said that they still had X amount of lbs left. They got all their fruit and vegetables.

I think it started to kinda? Catch on to the women? Because I would have the same moms in my line month after month. And even after they switched to the cards (they worked like food stamp cards?) I’d still do the same thing. They were able to get more produce for whatever shitty max amount Indiana gave them.

Anyways. Be chaotic. It’s more fun that way.

Stevonnie weapons combined together. I love Stevonnie, mainly cause I ship Steven and Connie together. Sorry it’s on my wall, it got fused weirdly and it would probably fall apart if I took it off my wall.

Smoothie the Spiritomb in the background overhearing this like:

👁👄👁 I aM rUiNeD?

shook

Another dork stitch pattern, Seriously they make the best sprites. N from Pokémon, one of my favorite villains EVER!

yesterday I got the "are you a boy or are you a girl" question from a six-year-old, and I told her that some people aren't boys or girls (like me!) I was expecting her to be a little confused, but she nodded thoughtfully and said, "wow, just like snails."

when i was a kid my parents bought me an inflatable doll of the Scream by Edvard Munch (??) that was significantly taller than i was at the time and i used to slow-dance with it and pretend it was my boyfriend. It had its hands attached to its head obviously so it felt like he was always a bit horrified to be forced to dance with me

hey, can my cat stay on your blog for a little while?

i'm going out of town for the night and could use someone to watch her