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That awkward moment when I’m sorting things for college and “sex things” becomes a legitimate category. Even more awkward is how little sex I actually have.
- If you’re gay, that’s cool
- If you’re a lesbian, that’s cool
- If you’re asexual, that’s cool
- If you’re bisexual, that’s cool
- If you’re pansexual, that’s cool
- If you’re straight, that’s cool
- If you’re not sure, that’s cool
- If you hate on somebody for their sexuality, fuck you.
Who's that lady?
The new cook.
Oh the one from Alaska?
Yeah.
I wonder what kind of food she cooks. Like Eskimo food?
*ignoring a majority of what is wrong with that because I wasn't in the mood to get into it* I'm sure she'll cook the same food everyone else does. Also you shouldn't say Eskimo, it's derogatory. The correct term is Inuit.
Oh. What are Inuits?
.....*facepalm*
Machine Prints Food Smells On Postcards
O.k this is pretty crazy, The “Food printer” has a camera, a smell extractor and a printer. When you’re ready to go the camera snaps a shot of the food while the smell extractor gathers the smells and the printer than prints the postcard with aroma ink.
What.
this can’t be real. im speaking literally.
but i looked it up and it appears to be in the concept phase. woahhh
…well holy shit science. 8l
I see someone taking a picture of their butthole and a smell thing and giving someone that card.
^^^