inhumansandwiches

The dudes from mythbusters are the ultimate unstoppable force vs immovable object,, every time they interact its just

pureslime:

flyinmysoup:

tilthat:

TIL scientists were able to spin a calcium carbonate molecule to 600 million RPM, generating 1 billion Gs of force. Unfortunately, the molecule spun so fast that it disappeared from the experimental chamber and scientist are still trying to find out where it went to this day.

via reddit.com

Excuse me

hatchibomitar:

shinyrock6498:

did-you-kno:

Human fingers can detect nano-size
objects. This means you not only
have the ability to feel a tiny bump
the size of a large molecule, but if
your finger was the size of Earth,
you could determine the difference
between a house and a car. Source

And yet its still almost impossible to find the end of the tape

cowards. i can already tell the difference between a house and a car

mutantlexi:

*wheezes*

fuckingconversations:

laddermatch:

diagram of me succumbing to the grain

While this does read like a shitpost, please do not walk on grain in particular – ESPECIALLY not in silos / grain elevators.

It’s SUPER dangerous and can suffocate you with ease. People die from walking atop grain all the damn time.

bubonickitten:

me, yelling at my anxiety: heart palpitations are UNNECESSARY!!! nothing is happening you melodramatic fool!!!

my anxiety, shouting through a megaphone and ignoring me like a petulant child: 🎶 you better watch out 🎶 you better watch out

🎶 you better wATCH OUT

🎶 YOU BETTER WATCH OUT

🎶 yOu BeTTeR wAtCh oUt

🎶

keena-kapu:

markv5:

Устал

curiooftheheart:

celticpyro:

buzzlightyearhugecock:

buzzlightyearhugecock:

the world was so much darker before i tasted flesh

just so we’re clear, this was a post about the first time i sucked a dick.

This post was two consecutive sucker punches to the face.

Really three because I also had to read OP’s name

acoffeefraud:

today I learned that there’s a town in Quebec where a bunch of people grow giant pumpkins, and on one very special day a year, cut them up, empty them, and use them as a canoe. then have a race. a pumpkin race. it’s even called ‘the potirothon’, from potiron (pumpkin) and marathon.

i have a new goal in life, guys.