WHAT OTHER NIGHTMARES LIVE QUIETLY AMONG US? (Via UltraSlo.)
I just had lunch and had to stop at the :40 mark.
I had no idea that match heads were filled with tiny spider egg sacs.
This was pretty good to watch while listening to Schubert, though maybe Wagner would have been more appropriate.
My dad went through a big prodigy phase, but he would skip smack my bitch up if my little brother was in the car bc of swears
I’m never lighting a bong (with a match) again.
True story time guys…I really love that burnt match smell. Even though it’s achieved through these thoroughly creepy means.
Guys! Cookie Update!
I ate it. It was delicious. Great job, everyone.
Ugh…now my stomach hurts. Too rich, cookie, too rich.
Why, cookie? WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME????
I would use this as an excuse to slack off the rest of the afternoon. “Can’t work..dying…cookie..ugh”
You have my deepest sympathies.
You guys are great!
Well, whatever you need a match that big for is probably another hidden nightmare among us.
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