In this time of term papers I wanted to draw my patron deity, Bullshitticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden Futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all-nighter.
I like to think he’s Dionysus’s second cousin or something.
This is genius…
all wise words from the sagest of the sage.
O Bullshitticus, master of my fate, please watch over me from now until the end of finals, amen.
but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you
We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capapble of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?
^ that comment >
Thank you for telling off the dumbass
Ok but seriously I have watched this video three times in a row and I’m still fucking mesmerized like shit this dance these dancers this kid omfg
if you don’t even understand the language of a song but the message of the song comes across loud and clear through just the dance and the choreography and the presentation…it’s fucking flawless