I’ve been laughing for three years over the fact that in ye old England you could chose to have ‘trial by cake’ in which you ate a piece of cake and if you choked you were guilty and if you didn’t you were innocent, and the only time it was used the guy on trial fucking choked and was executed for it
that awesome moment when you finished reading a really good book and you see it at a store then you cunningly smile at it as if you had an affair with it.
The horrifying thing is that this is true.
Sometimes I’m like “sleep is for the weak”
Sometimes I’m like “sleep is for the week”
There is no in between.