I Was Watching The Clone Wars Again (haven’t Seen It Since I Was A Kid) And I Noticed Something Really

Saw something today on common asked questions in the google search engine and it said “can cats hurt you?” Anyway it had me thinking.

Anything or anyone can harm you in theory. Dogs when provoked and or trained to, can rip you to shreds-I’m looking at you, hellhounds! Cats can scratch the daylights outta ya if provoked, or on accident if they’re kittens who are learning to use them. Snapping turtles can take a bite out of ya, horses and kangaroos can break your ribs and more from just a kick. Some plants can make people and animals have horrible allergic reactions and can even kill ya. Hell, someone could drown in marshmallows. Is it likely, no, could it happen in theory, yes. Where was I going with this? *sigh* I need a nap.

Cas: can you explain the text you sent me last night?

Dean: it was autocorrect

Cas: autocorrect wrote “you’re so hot please step on me”?

Dean, sweating: yes

One of my favorite scenes from Spn

Tuesday

It’s Tuesday everyone (again)

Good ole pig ‘n a poke. Which is pigs in a blanket, basically. It’s some sausage wrapped in pancakes. My family makes them with hotdogs and puts them in pillsbury doughboy crescent rolls. Peeps, these are seriously good. Call me a Dean kinnie or whatever, but these are so easy and delicious if you want to try them. You could use turkey instead of pork if you don’t want pork. here’s a picture of what they look like

Absolutely buckwild thread of ChatGPT feeding & amplifying delusions, causing the user to break with reality. People are leaning on ChatGPT for therapy, for companionship, for advice... and it's fucking them up.

Seems to be spreading too.

Church 

Does anybody imagine Cas and Gabe with themselves at church and making comments during the service or mass? Or just holding them close or feeling Cas touching their shoulder? Cause I do. Unparalleled experience, really. Makes church less boring, thats for sure. Yes, Gabe was whispering to me about how he met Mary and told her she was “preggers with my daddio’s holy ghost spunk.” Cas looked done with everything right then and looked up to the cathedral ceiling. Probably praying to jack to cope. Good times.

Keep your priorities straight: post fic.

I... I don't think the patient's weight got entered correctly. Just a hunch