If the aliens don’t get to us first, the goddamn robots will. Enjoy your thirty minute Amazon delivery/RISE OF THE MACHINES. I’m gonna go Ron Swanson it up to the remotest, most forest-y part of Alaska where only weirdos and fugitive serial killers dare to dwell, dig a doomsday shelter, and live off polar bear meat and pinecones for the rest of my days. Then you tell me about how much you love your free Amazon prime shipping when you wake up in pool of goo and the robots are harvesting your bioelectricity for energy. If Larry Fishburne shows up after the shit goes down, you tell him 1.) that if you name your daughter something weird and slutty like “Montana” that of course she’s gonna grow up to be a whore on film, and 2.) to jam that red pill up his ass because you want the blue one. Fuck trenchcoats, and fuck robots.
i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit
with keeping naturally wild/undomestciated animals in captivity. So I don’t go to zoos, or Sea World, or other such places. It’s a great solution. It works for all of us. Zoo-goers can continue to be assholes and I continue to be a weirdo animal freak and none of us ever have to interact. It’s fucking great.
I don’t agree with it, so I don’t go.
So if all you Tumblr feminists hate “Blurred Lines” so much, here’s what you can do…….