so apparently when my grandfather sleep talks he turns into a human numbers station because he’s chanting numbers very urgently and i feel like i’m on the verge of making contact with something not of this world
“seven… seven… seven… SEVEN… seven… seven… eight on the five… SEVEN.. SEVEN… SEVEN…”
it seems he may be making a breakthrough
he just walked out wild-eyed “I NEED TO PUT A SIX ON A SEVEN. THE NUMBERS DON’T MATCH. They match an eight…”
ok do you guys remember those Capri Sun “RESPECT THE POUCH, RESPECT IT!” ads where children would deface a Capri Sun pouch in some way and then suffer some karmic punishment thematically connected to the way they disrespected pouch
then there were Airheads commercials where eating an airhead would turn your head into a balloon
and there were Fruit Gusher ads similar to that except your head turned into an enormous piece of fruit
what happened where for this brief period of time (in america at least) it was decided the best way to get kids to buy fruit themed junk food was to imply there was some kind of chaotic evil force that would let you sip its sweet nectar and feast on its fruit, but only if you were willing to sacrifice your state of existence and obey the artificially flavored outer gods
i enjoy how they didnt over sexualize their prince costumes. like esp with jasmine. she couldve totally been in aladdin’s vest, but nope. fully clothed. thanks.
The Chaos Bitches 