tumblr people love this. reddit people love this. 4chan scum loves this. there is just something intrinsically hilarious about none pizza with left beef. bless
I hope this never dies. I hope None Pizza with Left Beef will go down in Internet history alongside such legends as the Rickroll and He-Man’s rendition of “What’s Going On”.
i just laughed for a minute straight
why
Always reblog none pizza with left beef
I shouted out loud “none pizza with left beef” because I was so overjoyed to see it again so unexpectedly
i literally forget among us is about voting out a killer alien/killing crewmates like i get so caught up in my tasks its the whole game to me. like fuck yes wire simulator 3000 this is it baby
Whenever someone calls a meeting I’m like seriously? I was in the middle of my work.
imagine if shoes cost $2,000 a pair for ones that do not actively hurt you and are designed to be walked on for more than just a few steps. $2,000 at minimum for the luxury of being able to move around without being injured. that is what wheelchair pricing is like
Can’t just leave these in the tags.
Also people keep pointing out cheaper shoes but you have to explain to them that those would also hurt, plus you aren’t super sure what kind of shoes you need and you can’t get anyone to help you unless you also pay them hundreds of dollars.
“One of my earliest memories is sitting in a sand box and watching the other kids play. I could see their mouths moving but couldn’t hear what they were talking about. They seemed so happy. And I desperately wanted to participate. But my deafness kept me in a glass cage. I was never able to verbally speak. And whenever I tried to reach out, I’d be forgotten quickly. During recess I’d sit alone and read my books, because it hurt too much to look at the other kids. In high school I had an interpreter who predicted I’d never marry. She said that disabled people were too much of a burden for abled people. It was a casual remark for her, but I never forgot it. And the few flings I had as a teenager only reinforced that belief. None of the guys I dated learned sign language. They didn’t even try. I think they viewed dating a deaf girl as more of a novelty than anything. And every time it didn’t work out, I was left feeling lonelier. I went to college two hours away. Which wasn’t far, but it was far for me. And I first met Stuart in my education class. He tried to say ‘hello’ that very first day, but I accidentally ignored him. I think he figured out the reason once my interpreter showed up. But he kept smiling at me, and a few days later he slid me a photo with a note on the back and his email address. I spent a lot of time looking at that photo, waffling back and forth about whether I should contact him. But finally I decided there was nothing to lose. We began spending time together outside of class. We’d communicate by writing back and forth in a notebook. I learned all about his life. And he learned about mine. After a few months of this, I started to have hope, maybe he was actually interested in my thoughts. Maybe he liked me for me. One night we were watching a scary movie in my dorm room. We were writing back and forth, laughing at the cheesy scenes, when suddenly Stuart’s face grew serious. He wrote that he needed to tell me something. My heart sank. I thought: This is where he tells me that I’m a lot of fun, but my deafness is a dealbreaker. But he looked me in the eyes, took a deep breath, and haltingly began to sign: ‘Will. You. Be. My. Girlfriend?’”
AND a race one since the most affected regions will be
Africa, Asia and Oceania
as a friend pointed out, this headline makes it sound like supply will be dwindling. supply is fine. people will be *priced out*.
An excellent demonstration of how it’s cowardly “journalism” to use the passive voice in headline writing. “Companies will raise the price of insulin too high for an estimated 40 million people by 2030” is the news. It’s not something that’s JUST GONNA HAPPEN.
