if anyone asks me what my sense of humour is i’m just gonna show them this
me dissociating
the Techniques of each of the four element bendings
This is sodope
but you’ve forgot this
I will never stop re-blogging this
Nábrók are a pair of pants made from the skin of a dead man, which are believed in Icelandic witchcraft to be capable of producing an endless supply of money.
In order to make the necropants (called nábrók in the naive tongue) an individual had to get permission from a living man to use his skin after his death. The surviving member of the pact has to dig up his dead friend’s body and peel off the skin of the corpse from the waist down in one piece without any holes or scratches, to make the magical trousers.
The wearer of the pants has to steal a coin from a widow and place it in the scrotum of the trousers, along with the magical sign called nábrókarstafur, drawn on a piece of paper. The coin will draw money into the scrotum so that it will never be empty, as long as the original coin is not removed. As soon as they stepped into the pants, the skin of the corpse becomes stuck to their own. To ensure salvation, the owner has to convince someone else to take ownership of the pants and step into each leg as soon as he gets out of it. The necropants will keep the money-gathering nature for generations. (Source)
plague church emerges from the water. totally cool. normal. not an ill omen or harbinger of doom at all. happens ever y day
we opened at 11 this morning. i watched an old man literally pry the fucking sliding doors open at 10:43 and stand there just staring into the empty store and my coworker & i were like sir. for the love of fuck
I worked in a restaurant for while and a woman climbed past an A board sign, ignored the sign on a the door saying the opening times and trotted on in.
When told we were not open she asked why the door was unlocked. My manager explained that it has to be unlocked when people are in the building to comply with fire regulations. Which lead to my favourite exchange with a customer:
Woman: But there are no people in here.
Manager: Madam. The staff count as people.
Woman: That’s ridiculous. *Storms out*
“The staff count as people” has me dead
