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finalfortuna: gahdamnpunk:This was a ride ⚰️⚰️ THIS is why you don’t eat other people’s food: Am I the Asshole? Follow @AITA_reddit AITA for putting my penis in peanut leaving it in the butter and kitchen? bit.ly/2OAODPN my roommates tells me yesterday 'oh by the me of your peanut butter". He sees my visibly ed reaction and asks what's up, so ultimately about the whole deal. He's furious and says ck would you put it back in the kitchen". I femi mouse situation and our policy not to have ot e's labelled foods. This is the first time all year pody has had my labelled food and informed he fact. He said it was just some peanut butte ead, it's not like he was taking full chicken bre me. AITA for putting my penis in peanut butter and leaving it in the kitchen? u/PeanutButterDilemma 15h I'm looking for some assistance determining whether I am the asshole in this situation that has divided our house into two groups. I (20M) am a college student living with four other guys my age. It's our second year living together, and last year we had an issue with people eating food that isn't theirs, so now we have a strict "label your stuff and only eat things with your name on it' policy. use is split 3:2 on who is in the wrong, and it's g over into other aspects of our living situatio o get over this pronto so l am asking... AITA? We have sort of divvied up cupboards, so it w h'my" space. It wasn't in a communal cupboa My girlfriend and T like to get a bit frisky in the bedroom, and a few nights ago I dipped my penis in peanut butter and she licked it off. Yes, I understand that it is slightly bizarre, but that's how we roll. The controversy is that since we have a mouse problem I did not want to leave the peanut butter in my bedroom, so afterwards I closed it and returned it to my kitchen cupboard. Note that it had a hune PeanutButterDilemma label on it so it was clear 4:23 AM - 30 Nov 2019 1,799 Retweets 15,151 Likes r/AmltheAsshole AITA for putting and leaving it in the kitchen? ΑΙΤΑ my penis in peanut butter u/PeanutButterDilemma 15h I'm looking for some assistance determining whether I am the asshole in this situation that has divided our house into two groups. | (20M) am a college student living with four other guys my age. It's our second year living together, and last year we had an issue with people eating food that isn't theirs, so now we have a strict "label your stuff and only eat things with your name on it" policy. My girlfriend and I like to get a bit frisky in the bedroom, and a few nights ago I dipped my penis in peanut butter and she licked it off. Yes, I understand that it is slightly bizarre, but that's how we roll. The controversy is that since we have a mouse problem l did not want to leave the peanut butter in my bedroom, so afterwards I closed it and returned it to my kitchen cupboard. Note that it had a huge "PeanutButterDilemma" label on it, so it was clear that it belonged to me. One of my roommates tells me yesterday "oh by the way, I had some of your peanut butter". He sees my visibly shocked reaction and asks what's up, so ultimately I come clean about the whole deal. He's furious and says "why the fuck would you put it back in the kitchen". I remind him of the mouse situation and our policy not to have other people's labelled foods. This is the first time all year that somebody has had my labelled food and informed me after the fact. He said it was just some peanut butter on his bread, it's not like he was taking full chicken breasts from me. My house is split 3:2 on who is in the wrong, and it's spilling over into other aspects of our living situation. We need to get over this pronto so l am asking.. AITA? INFO: We have sort of divvied up cupboards, so it was kept in "my" space. It wasn't in a communal cupboard Laura Shortridge-Scott jingles ... Follow @DiscordianKitty Never thought I'd say this but I'm on peanut butter penis guy's side here Am I the Asshole? @AITA_reddit gtisteche AITA for putting my penis in peanut butter and leaving it in the kitchen? bit.ly/20AO D PN dny la wj s g ul Show this thread il n f deedeag 9:06 AM - 30 Nov 2019 36,496 Retweets 170,135 Likes finalfortuna: gahdamnpunk:This was a ride ⚰️⚰️ THIS is why you don’t eat other people’s food
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Where are the prophesied ones?: nakedmallrat cant believe a bunch of english kids go through a fuckin cupboard and find a magical kingdom full of wonder and they go "yeah we're the royal family now" typical english behaviour adventures-in-asexuality I think what's more creepily imperialistic is the reaction of everyone in Narnia to the Pevensies Like, the Pevensies end up the royal family in large part because everyone's like it has been prophesied that you will come and rule us and everything will be great!' and, well, in-universe l can't really fault them on that, if I were a young teen or pre-teen in a completely foreign country, I too would probably just go along with whatever seem to make people friendly to me But the reaction of the Narnians, in almost ubiquitously welcoming these foreigners as obviously destined to rule them even though they know nothing of the country and the culture... now that is some creepily imperialist writing nakedmallrat This is the only good reblog of this post in it's entire 3 year hellscape existence roachpatrol if four foreign kids popped out of a magic box and deposed trump by the express wishes of god's fursona, id crown 'em. this winter already fuckin feels like it's lasted 100 years alivannarose Well, fuck, there is that. frostyemma mood thefingerfuckingfemalefu "By the express wishes of god's fursona" is both the most amazing but also the most Deeply Cursed thing I have read all year Source:renebriller-nakedmallrat 370,899 notes Where are the prophesied ones?
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<p><a href="http://wicthes.tumblr.com/post/174714945838/surrealmemes-src-you-find-yourself-looking" class="tumblr_blog">wicthes</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://surreal--memes.tumblr.com/post/174711393016/src" class="tumblr_blog">surreal–memes</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>[<a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/surrealmemes/comments/8oeayq/when_your_parents_walk_in_on_you_creating_a/">Src</a>]</p></blockquote> <p>you find yourself looking for a late night snack. cookies? no, your body is craving something healthy, like fruit. conveniently enough, it looks as though your mother came home from the grocery with a fresh bunch of bananas. in your weary state, you meander to the bundle and pull off the first one in sight. ‘this should keep me satisfied until breakfast,’ you think to yourself. you place the banana down to grab a glass from the cupboard for water.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>as you feel around the back for your favorite spiderman cup (circa 2005), you think you hear someone laugh right next to you. you quickly whip around to find the culprit but no one is there. you’re spooked but too tired and now too hangry to care. you find your spiderman swinging-into-action cup and walk to the refrigerator for some water.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>then the laughter happens again. you nearly drop your cup and mutter a hasty “shit” under your breath. now you’re a little more awake and realizing that you probably didn’t just imagine it the first time. you look around again trying to find the sound.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“psst,” you hear a faint whisper come from behind you, but there’s no one there. you believe ghosts are real but this is just too much right now.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“pssssst,” you hear that same whisper again, this time you look down.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>the only thing there is the banana.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>‘the banana… is talking to me?’ now you think you’ve lost it.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>remembering those stupid jokes and silly games from your childhood, you pick up the banana and turn it in your hands. you swear you heard the whispering come from the banana… right?</p> <p><br/></p> <p>swallowing your pride, you slowly raise the banana to your ear while glancing around the room just to make sure your younger sibling isn’t playing some sick joke on you to share with their friends.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“h-hello…?” you mumble hesitantly. this is probably the dumbest thing you’ve done in your life but you swear to god you heard those sounds. nothing happens for what seems like forever, until something does.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>as you’re about the give up your endeavor and admit insanity, a quiet voice escapes the fruit.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“no one will ever believe you,” the banana chuckles breathily in your ear. it was so faint it could have been your imagination had it not been the feeling of breath blowing into your ear. you freeze in panic because what the fuck just happened.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>at the same moment your younger sibling walks into the kitchen.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“are you… talking to a banana?” they ask incredulously.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>embarrassed and shocked, you stammer out a response, “i-it’s not what it looks like!” you exclaim, quickly pulling the banana from your ear. “it-“</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“whatever, im going back to bed,” your sibling frowns and walks out.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>you hear the banana laugh at you again.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“no one,” it whispers with amusement. you swear you hear the smile in its voice.</p> </blockquote>: Its not what it looks like <p><a href="http://wicthes.tumblr.com/post/174714945838/surrealmemes-src-you-find-yourself-looking" class="tumblr_blog">wicthes</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://surreal--memes.tumblr.com/post/174711393016/src" class="tumblr_blog">surreal–memes</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>[<a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/surrealmemes/comments/8oeayq/when_your_parents_walk_in_on_you_creating_a/">Src</a>]</p></blockquote> <p>you find yourself looking for a late night snack. cookies? no, your body is craving something healthy, like fruit. conveniently enough, it looks as though your mother came home from the grocery with a fresh bunch of bananas. in your weary state, you meander to the bundle and pull off the first one in sight. ‘this should keep me satisfied until breakfast,’ you think to yourself. you place the banana down to grab a glass from the cupboard for water.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>as you feel around the back for your favorite spiderman cup (circa 2005), you think you hear someone laugh right next to you. you quickly whip around to find the culprit but no one is there. you’re spooked but too tired and now too hangry to care. you find your spiderman swinging-into-action cup and walk to the refrigerator for some water.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>then the laughter happens again. you nearly drop your cup and mutter a hasty “shit” under your breath. now you’re a little more awake and realizing that you probably didn’t just imagine it the first time. you look around again trying to find the sound.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“psst,” you hear a faint whisper come from behind you, but there’s no one there. you believe ghosts are real but this is just too much right now.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“pssssst,” you hear that same whisper again, this time you look down.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>the only thing there is the banana.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>‘the banana… is talking to me?’ now you think you’ve lost it.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>remembering those stupid jokes and silly games from your childhood, you pick up the banana and turn it in your hands. you swear you heard the whispering come from the banana… right?</p> <p><br/></p> <p>swallowing your pride, you slowly raise the banana to your ear while glancing around the room just to make sure your younger sibling isn’t playing some sick joke on you to share with their friends.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“h-hello…?” you mumble hesitantly. this is probably the dumbest thing you’ve done in your life but you swear to god you heard those sounds. nothing happens for what seems like forever, until something does.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>as you’re about the give up your endeavor and admit insanity, a quiet voice escapes the fruit.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“no one will ever believe you,” the banana chuckles breathily in your ear. it was so faint it could have been your imagination had it not been the feeling of breath blowing into your ear. you freeze in panic because what the fuck just happened.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>at the same moment your younger sibling walks into the kitchen.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“are you… talking to a banana?” they ask incredulously.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>embarrassed and shocked, you stammer out a response, “i-it’s not what it looks like!” you exclaim, quickly pulling the banana from your ear. “it-“</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“whatever, im going back to bed,” your sibling frowns and walks out.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>you hear the banana laugh at you again.</p> <p><br/></p> <p>“no one,” it whispers with amusement. you swear you hear the smile in its voice.</p> </blockquote>
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eartheld: elodieunderglass: alittlemothboy: that is some next level knot magic.  it isn’t though!!! it’s because most relationships aren’t worth the effort. The “sweater curse” is actually most commonly called the “BOYFRIEND sweater curse.” Which=heteronormative, but the curse most often falls on a woman knitting a sweater for a boyfriend. Before she finishes the sweater, they break up - pop culture would have you believe it’s because the boyfriend freaks out do to the weirdness/clinginess of having a sweater made for you, but I think knitters are wiser than that. It’s because after spending serious £££ on materials, and then HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF LABOR on the creation of the item, with every stitch a prayer of totally focused intent, creating a large display of technical skill - it is then gifted to a non-knitter who does NOT APPRECIATE the work/effort/skill/cost/TIME it took to make it, and in fact thinks you’re a bit weird and making a big deal out of a piece of clothing, and after they go “oh thanks” and shove your creation in the cupboard next to a sweater they got for £15 at an MS sale, then they never wear your sweater because it’s too tight because when you asked them how their favorite sweaters usually fit they said “I ‘unno” and when you measured them for the fifth time and asked, rather tersely, if they had enough room in the chest, they said “I guess,” and then if pressed they say they don’t really like the sweater design, but then you point out that they were supposed to participate in helping you design it and they say they don’t really care about how things look, and when you say that you tried to match it to their other clothes so how can they hate it, then they say that honestly their mother still buys all their clothes because they hate going shopping, and that they hate all their other clothes too, well. That’s when a sensible knitter goes “Fuck this shit. And you know what? Fuck this man.” This is what happens when someone posts in a knitting forum “Attack of the sweater curse!” - this is the usual story. It has a rigid plot. It is as old as myth. That’s when you look at the time you spent and realize, “I could LITERALLY have written the first draft of a novel instead of doing this.” That’s when you go “I could have taken that £200 and bought myself a new wardrobe.” That’s when you go “I could have taken all that intent, all that willpower, all that creative force, and laid down some fucking witchcraft, all right?” That’s when you go “I basically spent 100 hours straight thinking about this bastard while making something amazing for him, and I have no evidence that he ever spent 10 hours of his life thinking about me.” And “I could spend this time and energy and money in making myself an enormous, intricate heirloom silk shawl with just a touch of cashmere, in elvish twists and leafy lace in all the colors of the night, shot through with subtly glittering stars, warm in winter and cool and summer and light as a lover’s kiss on the shoulders, suitable for draping over my arms at weddings or wrapping myself in to watch the sea, a lace-knotted promise to myself that I will keep for my entire life and gift to my favorite granddaughter when I die, and she will wear it to keep alive my memory - but instead I have this sweater, and this fuckboy.” The sweater curse is a lesson that the universe gives to a knitter at an important point in their life. It is a gift. Knitting a sweater for a husband or wife generally doesn’t call down the curse, because the relationship is meant to be stronger than 4-ply. (Although I say this, but I’ve taken over 5 years to finish a pair of mittens for my husband, because he casually asked me to do something customized with the cables, and I still can’t get the math to work on the right hand.) this post is so much better with that commentary : Sweater curse From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The "sweater curse" or "curse of the love sweater" is a term used by knitters to describe the belief that if a knitter gives a hand-knit sweater to a significant other, it will lead to the recipient breaking up with the knitter [11 In an alternative formulation, the relationship will end before the sweater is even completed.2 The belief is widely discussed in knitting publications, and some knitters claim to have experienced it.[31415] In a 2005 poll, 15% of active knitters said that they had experienced the sweater curse firsthand, and 41% considered it a possibility that should be taken seriously I6 Despite its name, the "sweater curse" is treated in knitting literature not as a superstition governed by paranormal forces, but rather as a real- world pitfall of knitting that has rational explanations. 3I7 Several plausible mechanisms for the sweater curse have been proposed, but it has not been studied systematically. 5 eartheld: elodieunderglass: alittlemothboy: that is some next level knot magic.  it isn’t though!!! it’s because most relationships aren’t worth the effort. The “sweater curse” is actually most commonly called the “BOYFRIEND sweater curse.” Which=heteronormative, but the curse most often falls on a woman knitting a sweater for a boyfriend. Before she finishes the sweater, they break up - pop culture would have you believe it’s because the boyfriend freaks out do to the weirdness/clinginess of having a sweater made for you, but I think knitters are wiser than that. It’s because after spending serious £££ on materials, and then HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF LABOR on the creation of the item, with every stitch a prayer of totally focused intent, creating a large display of technical skill - it is then gifted to a non-knitter who does NOT APPRECIATE the work/effort/skill/cost/TIME it took to make it, and in fact thinks you’re a bit weird and making a big deal out of a piece of clothing, and after they go “oh thanks” and shove your creation in the cupboard next to a sweater they got for £15 at an MS sale, then they never wear your sweater because it’s too tight because when you asked them how their favorite sweaters usually fit they said “I ‘unno” and when you measured them for the fifth time and asked, rather tersely, if they had enough room in the chest, they said “I guess,” and then if pressed they say they don’t really like the sweater design, but then you point out that they were supposed to participate in helping you design it and they say they don’t really care about how things look, and when you say that you tried to match it to their other clothes so how can they hate it, then they say that honestly their mother still buys all their clothes because they hate going shopping, and that they hate all their other clothes too, well. That’s when a sensible knitter goes “Fuck this shit. And you know what? Fuck this man.” This is what happens when someone posts in a knitting forum “Attack of the sweater curse!” - this is the usual story. It has a rigid plot. It is as old as myth. That’s when you look at the time you spent and realize, “I could LITERALLY have written the first draft of a novel instead of doing this.” That’s when you go “I could have taken that £200 and bought myself a new wardrobe.” That’s when you go “I could have taken all that intent, all that willpower, all that creative force, and laid down some fucking witchcraft, all right?” That’s when you go “I basically spent 100 hours straight thinking about this bastard while making something amazing for him, and I have no evidence that he ever spent 10 hours of his life thinking about me.” And “I could spend this time and energy and money in making myself an enormous, intricate heirloom silk shawl with just a touch of cashmere, in elvish twists and leafy lace in all the colors of the night, shot through with subtly glittering stars, warm in winter and cool and summer and light as a lover’s kiss on the shoulders, suitable for draping over my arms at weddings or wrapping myself in to watch the sea, a lace-knotted promise to myself that I will keep for my entire life and gift to my favorite granddaughter when I die, and she will wear it to keep alive my memory - but instead I have this sweater, and this fuckboy.” The sweater curse is a lesson that the universe gives to a knitter at an important point in their life. It is a gift. Knitting a sweater for a husband or wife generally doesn’t call down the curse, because the relationship is meant to be stronger than 4-ply. (Although I say this, but I’ve taken over 5 years to finish a pair of mittens for my husband, because he casually asked me to do something customized with the cables, and I still can’t get the math to work on the right hand.) this post is so much better with that commentary
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🌱📰🔥 Great news: A new company is looking to install plant-based vending machines in strategic places across the US, and it's raised more than $2.2 million in funding to make it happen. The available prepared meals will all be 100% vegan. _ leCupboard, which has a cafe in Church Street, Noe Valley, San Francisco is aiming to take their vending machines nationwide. _ But they aren't the traditional vending machines full of junk foods and soft drinks - they will contain delicious prepared plant-based meals designed to act as preventative healthcare. _ “The goal is to reconnect preventative healthcare with food,” says Lamiaâ Bounahmidi, the founder and CEO of leCupboard: _ “Everyone is going around talking about food as medicine, but there is more to it than going organic or eating vegetables.” Their mission is to turn the food system 'rightside up': _ According to leCupboard: "Under the current food and retail industries, our norm is to accept compromises at the loss of accessibility, health, and sustainability. We have paved another way to turn the food system rightside up. The meals, which are designed for optimal nutrition, include chia pudding breakfast jars, lentil salads and zucchini noodle bowls with walnut pesto and will be conveniently available from the vending machines with affordable pricing. _ leCupboard plan to roll out 30 of the vending machines in California over the next 3 months, followed by another 200 across the country soon after. _ Supporting their mission to increase the accessibility of healthy living, expect to find these vending machines in places where customers might not already have access to healthy food, such as hospitals, offices, and food deserts - areas where access to affordable fresh fruits and vegetables is difficult. _ See the full article on RiseOfTheVegan.com - clickable link in @veganbodybuilding profile. _ vegan riseofthevegan vegancalifornia: Healthy Plant-based Vending Machines Set To Sweep Across US cupboard cupboard Full article: www.RiseOfTheVegan.com A new company is looking to install plant-based vending machines in strategic places across the US, and it's raised more than $2.2 million in funding to make it happen. The available prepared meals will all be 100% vegan. But they aren't the traditional vending machines full of junk foods and soft drinks they will contain delicious prepared plant-based meals designed to act as preventative healthcare. "The goal is to reconnect preventative healthcare with food," says Lamiaâ Bounahmidi, the founder and CEO of leCupboard. lG | @veganbodybuildingンム www.riseofthevegan.com 🌱📰🔥 Great news: A new company is looking to install plant-based vending machines in strategic places across the US, and it's raised more than $2.2 million in funding to make it happen. The available prepared meals will all be 100% vegan. _ leCupboard, which has a cafe in Church Street, Noe Valley, San Francisco is aiming to take their vending machines nationwide. _ But they aren't the traditional vending machines full of junk foods and soft drinks - they will contain delicious prepared plant-based meals designed to act as preventative healthcare. _ “The goal is to reconnect preventative healthcare with food,” says Lamiaâ Bounahmidi, the founder and CEO of leCupboard: _ “Everyone is going around talking about food as medicine, but there is more to it than going organic or eating vegetables.” Their mission is to turn the food system 'rightside up': _ According to leCupboard: "Under the current food and retail industries, our norm is to accept compromises at the loss of accessibility, health, and sustainability. We have paved another way to turn the food system rightside up. The meals, which are designed for optimal nutrition, include chia pudding breakfast jars, lentil salads and zucchini noodle bowls with walnut pesto and will be conveniently available from the vending machines with affordable pricing. _ leCupboard plan to roll out 30 of the vending machines in California over the next 3 months, followed by another 200 across the country soon after. _ Supporting their mission to increase the accessibility of healthy living, expect to find these vending machines in places where customers might not already have access to healthy food, such as hospitals, offices, and food deserts - areas where access to affordable fresh fruits and vegetables is difficult. _ See the full article on RiseOfTheVegan.com - clickable link in @veganbodybuilding profile. _ vegan riseofthevegan vegancalifornia

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