My therapist and I decided that from now on, when I’m thinking something negative about myself, I’m going to imagine that Donald Trump is saying it, because it’s really easy for me to just tell him to fuck off.
Example:
Trump: “Your thighs are fat.” Me: “Fuck you and your fucking wall.”
I think we’re onto something here.
this is probably the best coping skill I’ve ever seen and I am ten billion percent going to use it too
to have car insurance in russia, dashcams are required because russians are terrible drivers
did you really need to ask what’s up with dashcams in Russia after watching this video
Cringes as Van hits silver car.
Cringes again as Van tries to continue forward and pushes silver car forward.
Cringes yet again when Van backs up quickly and disappears off the screen.
Cringes freaking again when red car cuts off the car with the dashcam.
Cringes and feel my bloody heart go into my throat when a FREAKING BUS smashes into a car on other side of the intersection.
As a bus driver there wasn’t one freaking thing in this video that didn’t make me cringe with horror. I am never going to Russia and driving. I would have a heart attack and die. Seriously what the heck?!?!?!?! *wraps self in blanket and whimpers*
So there’s another view of that video, and that van, causes like TWO MORE accidents in it:
Oh also: the driver stole that van as revenge because he was fired.
The party is holed up in an inn after failing to stop a horde of zombies due to an overzealous Drow necromancer. The ranger (me) is drunk in a corner, the fighter is positioned to block the backdoor when the Drow knocks on the front door, leaving the bard and the Sorcerer to handle the situation.
