#66 Chicken Time BOMB!! Shows you all how to spend an OTO in this epic Jam Line dance. PART 1
hey that’s me (143)
sluttony asked: OMG YOU'RE BOBS BURGERS FAMOUS
this is basically my life’s greatest achievement. i got to meet one of the illustrators in LA through a mutual friend at a derby bout and she is a lovely human being
omg i ship tiny roman and tiny cowboy
THOSE ARE JEDIDIAH AND OCTAVIUS
AND THEY ARE THE BROTP OF BROTPS
GET YOUR SHIT STRAIGHT
Fun fact: The actor that played Octavius played him as though he had unrequited love for Jedidiah.
Unrequited, my arse.
I think what you’ve all failed to realize is that the cowboy is saying a line from Brokeback Mountain
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ONE OF THESE IS A FAKE TATTOO, THE OTHER IS REAL
You won’t have a hard time figuring out which is which unless you just don’t understand what tattoos are.
Bob’s fan Aileen Valadez hipped us to these. The Louise arm belongs to Ms. Tara Armov (NOTE: Tara Arnov is not her real name. It is a roller derby name. Hello to all Bob’s fans who do roller derby! Anecdotal evidence suggests there are quite a few of you.)
Get a load of that! That’s a real tattoo!
THAT’S ME!!!!!! (AND IMA’S ARM)
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.