“I only got so many fucks to give. I’ll pass on this one.”
This is a healthy mentality… So long as it’s not something essential…
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Stop delaying that thing you need to do. You can’t pass on it.
If he didn’t exist, then he wouldn’t be able to tell himself anything, which violates causality.
The only thing you can say to your younger self is the same thing that was previously said to your younger self by your older self. Although then you’d have the issue of where did the information come from.
That’s what I think time travel would truly be like. Yes you can travel back and time and change the past but when you go back to your present nothing would have changed.
Because once you change the past you start a separate timeline.
It gets really complex when your time traveling triggers an infinite time loop that you personally never experienced.
Example: You go back in time to warn yourself about a coming war or disaster, but you get interrupted before you can finish, so your other self panics and disaster proofs everything, unwittingly preventing the disaster. When the “war or disaster” never happens, you feel silly and stressed, so you go back in time to tell yourself not to worry so much.
You’d have the original timeline where you experienced the disaster, another one where you were warned by your previous self and didn’t experience it, and a third one where you were told by your future self not to worry about it and experienced it. If you kept this up you’d create infinite timelines unless Loki culled them or something.
With a branching timelines theory you don’t create loops you create cascades. Since you can’t make changes to an existing timeline you create a new timeline every time you go back. You would end up spawning an infinite number of timelines.
The comic follows Back to the Future time travel rules, which are weird. It’s generally pretty consistent, aside from a bit with Biff, but overall it’s a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey… stuff.
It's washing machines and dryers that find socks delicious.
... which is less of a joke than you'd think. Small items can get partially forced between the rubber seal and the drum and then when the drum rotates, the item is slurped outside like a strand of spaghetti.
Also sometimes identical-looking socks that get paired together by the manufacturers eventually drift in appearance because they were from separate dye batches, leaving the owner with a pair of odd socks.
The other other explanation is the sock gnomes. We don't talk about the sock gnomes.
Worst hangover I ever had, I was 20 and spent an entire May day working with my brother scraping and painting a small shed, and replacing the shingles. Took us about ten hours give or take. We had an occasional beer but nothing crazy.
Once done we each polished off about ten Labatt 50s while we watched hockey, then went out to meet friends. Got home at about 2 am.
Woke up the next day like someone had driven a spike through my head and was drumming the ends that stuck out with steel rods.
I was screwed for about 36 hours. Realized as I was recovering that I hadn’t had a drop of water all that day, just stopped working to sip on a cold beer every once in a while.
And not just water, electrolytes as well! Keep drinking the beer and water and your gonna piss out all your needed salts very quickly which can still lead to dehydration. Every 3 glasses of water drink one body armor (or Gatorade or your preferred electrolyte drink/mix) basically and you should be relatively a ok the next day.
I just realized how I ended up with relatively minor hangovers at worst in college - the bar I frequented had free hot dogs and popcorn, which were salty, delicious little electrolyte sources.
36 hours was like a standard hangover for me after I hit my 30s.
I’m now 40 and haven’t gotten drunk in years because it isn’t worth losing the rest of my weekend and going into the work week for 4 hours of marginal fun on Friday.
His face reading the text is perfec, this might be my second favorite extra fabulous of all time. First being “the sun’s coming out” comic. Top tier comics from them.
Floating toilet heads flirt as a method of stealing your food, which only happens in Ohio as thats where a lot of cryptids are supposed to come from, and also have voluptuous posteriors, an ultra-capitalist competitive outlook, and I am so confident this is the truth I will mock your relative performance to mine as inadequate and, finally, a dog joins in as a non sequitur because humans are doing it and using synecdoche I am implying you are also just a sheep.
You can call me Baby Gronk Rizz King, Livvy Just Rizzed Him Up
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