Gromb

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A picture of a young bonobo. Next to it, text reads “Rational Gaming with Gromb”.
A billboard reading “Ink Me Tattoos,” but an illustration next to the text makes it look like it says “Oink Me Tattoos”
Carla Jean from No Country for Old Men
Bluesky exchange. First poster says “I’m Brazilian.” Second poster replies “You Brits love naming your children after countries you invaded.”
A section of a Wikipedia article reading: “While the exact source of the thumb gesture is obscure, several origins have been proposed. Carleton S. Coon, having observed Barbary apes in Gibraltar using the gesture, hypothesised in the anthropological classic The Story of Man that it is a mutual celebration of having opposable thumbs. Critics have suggested, however, that the apes may be simply imitating humans.”
An ape resting under a pink blanket, with pink italic letters floating next to him spelling “Wow.”
If you donate at least $20 to a person/ cause in need, a Palestinian trying to survive Israel's genocide, a Sudanese person trying to survive the civil war, an immigrant family's legal funds, a legit organization actually trying to fight climate change, send me the receipt and you'll get anything I write now or in the future for free.
1 bushel is equal to 4 pecks 1 bushel is equal to 0.3048 barrels
Horse from the movie Spirit regards the audience sultrily
A board game called CLUNK-A-GLUNK: “match up the clunked glunks and be the winning glunk-clunker”.
Text from Andrei Tarkovsky’s “Sculpting in Time”: “It would be absurd to speak, for instance, of the Divine Comedy being dated. And yet films which seemed a few years ago to be major events unexpectedly turn out to be feeble, inept, like school-boy attempts. And why? The main reason as I see it is that as a rule the film-maker doesn't see his work as morally exacting, as an act of crucial significance to him personally: and true artistic work can be done in no other spirit. A work becomes dated as a result of the conscious effort to be expressive and contemporary; these are not things to be achieved: they have to be in you. In those arts which count their existence in tens of centuries the artist sees himself, naturally and without question, as more than narrator or interpreter: above all he is an individual who has decided to formulate for others, with complete sincerity, his truth about the world . . . Film-makers, on the other hand, have a feeling of being second-rate, and that is their undoing. Actually, I can see why. Cinema is still looking for its language and is only now coming somewhere near grasping it. The cinema's progress towards self-awareness has always been hampered by its equivocal position, hanging between art and the factory: the original sin of its genesis in the market-place.”
License plate on the back of an SUV reading “IDIOT”
Gorilla smashes something colorful and beetle-shaped with a rock
God Emperor Leto II Atreides presides over three Duncan Idaho gholas in a vast desert.
"If beetlejuice is real, may he appear and strike me down!", the atheist professor said. The classroom was deathly silent. You could've heard a pin drop. "Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice", the smug professor intoned, Jewishly. A minute passed. Then five. Then ten. Finally, a young man seated at the back of the class arose. He was a marine on leave from deployment, hoping to further his education by attending Tim Burton Studies classes at the local university. He briskly strode up to the professor, and knocked him out with a single punch to the face. When the professor woke up an hour later, he screamed at the marine: "why did you punch me??" The marine looked out the window, then up at the ceiling. "Beetlejuice is busy out there pranking fuddy-duddy businessmen and arranging child marriages to stop idiots like you from spewing their nonsense. I'm just filling in for him."
did anyone else experience that "time skip" a few years ago? Back in 2018, I was driving on the highway in broad daylight. I blinked, and suddenly it was night. I was still driving, my car was fine, and I was only 5 minutes from my exit, but I had lost about 6 hours. I felt completely normal, just confused. There was no news about anything strange in my area. I've never told anyone because it sounds insane. Has anyone else experienced a sudden, unexplained loss of time with no memorv of what happened?
Four science fictional creatures with truly enormous heads
Book titled Quinn’s Quest
THE THEORY THAT MOUNTAINS ARE TREES Devils Tower The Giant Tree Stump - YouTube
A poster: “Could you beat this Fat F*ck in a game of your choice? Contact [blacked out phone number] with your game of choice. If won, I will cook / buy you a hot dog and a cherry coke OR if I’m lazy I’ll just give you $5. REAL. This will be filmed in a public setting.”
Ballcap with the Bionicle symbol
Case for the video game Frogger: The Great Quest
Ad for shirt that depicts a semi truck backgrounded by a glowing moon. Above it are the words “AUTISM: One of Many”
Screenshot of a twitter post, OP posts picture of an Egyptian hieroglyphics version of Peter Rabbit, asks “I’d be interested to know who this would appeal to.” Another user replies “my son. He’s autistic and loves symbols.”