I’m not like other girls, I have a small basket under my bed that contains all my important documents, a gun, a copy of the Constitution of the United States of America and a bottle of lube
with father’s day coming up here’s a shoutout to everyone who isn’t looking forward to it — those of you with abusive fathers, absent fathers, or fathers you just don’t get along with as well as those of you who had good dads who have passed on and struggle with spending father’s day without them.
i hope it will be a good day for you regardless of what your situation or relationship with your father is.
This used to be called “Auto Shop” and “Home Economics,” subjects which were included in nearly every high school curriculum up until the 1980s. Auto maintenance, budget management, sewing skills, cooking, and other basic Adulting skills were actually taught in classroom settings. But suddenly all that money got funneled away to sports and graduation requirements shifted toward standardized tests because those were somehow more? important? than life skills? and the home ec and shop classes were no longer taught, even as electives. We’ve been steadily losing arts classes for similar reasons.
And so students leave school with a thorough grounding in football and calculus, but having no idea how to sew on a button or change a tire.
Petition to bring back these classes in every single middle and high school in the country.
If it can’t help the Boug make a buck from you, it no longer gets taught.
also to any black trans followers i have @binderdrive on instagram gives away free binders to black people and is actually where i got my binder
the ig hasn't been updated since march. but you can still claim a free binder on binderdrive.com!
My favorite thing that’s ever happened in an art class is that this weird pen artist (who was notorious for a) drawing body horror and b) bringing bananas to class in the front pocket of his shirt) was once like “wait let me draw you” and proceeded to sketch the most fucked up charicature you’ve ever seen. He told me I had serial killer eyes and a nose that “looked too much like a nose”
In early 2019 we went to an art competition together and at the end of the day we went to the convention hotel lobby and he drank seven consecutive cups of their complimentary lemonade while the front desk hostess looked on in silent woe
Going to have to call this mf up and tell him that my followers want his whole ass I guess
This was his bio on our online school website
My husband knew that my favorite meal was my mother’s breaded and panfried chicken breast, known in my family as “Becca Chicken”. He apparently got her to teach him to cook it for our first anniversary, and every now and then he will surprise me with it as dinner. He makes it even better than I can.
love is a chicken cutlet indeed
get yourself a significant other who will make you perfectly breaded and fried chicken cutlets
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