Can’t fault the logic of this bar. (photo by dasuberspud)
XD
Why
This is demonstrating why you absolutely do not pour water on a grease fire.
holy shit
Okaaaay. If any of you actually have a grease fire in the kitchen put the lid on the pan. It will suffocate the flames. Don’t pour water on it, and don’t freak out. Cook safely!
Or throw flour on it to smother it.
/quick safety announcement
NO, DO NOT USE FLOUR, DO NOT USE FLOUR TO SMOTHER A FIRE.
YOU HAVE TO USE BAKING SODA.
Throwing flour into a fire can cause it to combust and make the fire worse because FLOUR/SUGAR IS FLAMMABLE. One cup of flour into a grease fire can have the explosive force of dynamite.
The reason you use baking soda is that it releases carbon dioxide when heated, and CO2 is a fire suppressant.
REBLOGGING FOR LAST COMMENT TO SAVE LIVES
OO! I want to do a scishow on why this happens. I have some ideas, but I’m not sure…wait, no, I think I figured it out. I have to do research though so you have to wait for the episode. In the meantime, PSA, do not throw water on a grease fire, it is much safer to just let it burn itself out.
Always know where the fire extinguisher in your house is and how to use it.
Well then.
cool new ask meme
send me a fandom and i will tell you
- character i’d like to see in a flower crown
- character i’d like to see have an emotional breakdown
- character i’d like to see get punched in the face
- character most likely to sing along to journey songs in the car
- character who refuses to pull over and ask for directions on roadtrips
- character who always stubs their toes on the washing machine
- character who changes their starbucks order ten times
- character who shows up late for everything
- character who is the worst kisser
- character who takes 45 minutes showers
- character who gets most bent out of shape over the pronunciation of gif
You’ve been visited by the Money Bird. He only appears every 500 years.
Reblog the Money Bird in 10 seconds and you will be blessed with loads of sweet cash in your life!!!
Bless me money bird
BRING ME THE MONEY, MONEY BIRD
I like that the Money Bird is SO intensely yellow that it it is reflecting onto the money.
Is this actually you hiding in this money O.O
ohmygosh you guys, the dawn room is the single best thing i’ve discovered on the Internet. If you feel at all crappy in any way, go on there right now. Seriously. Anything else you’re doing can wait.
IM CRYING BECAUSE IT SAID TO THINK OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON OR WHATEVER AND I COULD ONLY THINK OF MY DOG SO THE ADVICE I TYPED IN WAS “GOOD DOG” AND IF THAT GETS SENT TO SOMEONE ELSE IM GONNA CRY
Reblogging again because this is absolutely beautiful. This doesn’t have nearly as many notes as it should, spread it around people. Help spread the love.
Do it for me guys? *hugs* Love you all.
truly inspirational
no but really, this is actually pretty cool
I always reblog the dawn room, it has literally saved my life twice now. Even when I’m in an okay mood I get really emotional when I go here. It’s so important.
I’ve sent my followers there once before. They said that it helped them out a lot. I’ll always reblog this. :)
the living trash can
*you own a pet who it a human {human mage} who it more or less your trach can and your sex toy as she is most of her time down stairs blind folded loud muzic pumping in hear ears as she has a special gag whit a tube leading up in the sealing that is hooked up to {depends on the rooms they will de said down below} and on a cart whit a little wall on it as it was just big enove for her as her hands and feet are strapped to the wall her pussy and ass always exposed as a huge fist sized fibrator was places in her womb that was off at the moment as her pussy was dripping wet and her tits leaking milk as tubes in her back gave her stronger acid t digest trash but gain no weight*
{rooms}
kitchen: the trash in the trash can gets pumped in her as well as the dirty water of the dish washer and sink
glory holl wall: a wall were males can put there cock in and a machine jerks/fucks them until they walk away and all there cum gets pumped in mage
bath room: the water from the shower bath and sink get pumped in her as well as the little trash can
sex room: a set of 5 or more females get fucked so a lot of cum and sweat drip on the floor in a drain in to her
souna: were you go in gets very hot and sweat a lot as all the sweat gose in her
normal: and if all are not at your liking you can also just have the food hatch were normal food gets thrown in in her instead of trash
{that are the rooms you can choose and sorry no toilet that is to far for me}
(( All the rooms? XD )) One house. No wait, two houses. Hold up… One house, but two houses inside. Only connected by the basement. Yes? Yes. Alright from the top. There was one house on the outside, with two separate doors on the left and right. Otherwise, the two sides were a mirror image, split down the middle by a drainpipe. On the right side is where Saetia lived, and the left side was Phisk’s abode. Saetia kept her side quiet, both in sound levels, and in style. Very neutral colors throughout, plain but comfortable furniture, little to no paintings up, etc.. The only painting was one that hung above her mantelpiece. It was a picture of an apple with a knife through it, and she seemed to completely forget about its existence as soon as she looked away. Phisk’s side on the other hand, er, hoof, was full of hot colors. Reds, oranges, yellows, and so on. The furniture was very luxurious and lush, and colored in darker shades to stand out. Phisk loved to prance around her house in a BDSM get-up, singing to her hatchet in a made-up language. She also could be rather rambunctious with her toys. But despite these differences, both mares were very close, and often had long chats through the walls about nothing in particular. This time though, they had a conversation about their shared basement. “Phisky dear?” Saetia said in her soft voice sitting down with her back against her bedroom’s wall that Phisk shared. “Yes?” Phisk asked, her voice somewhat more energetic. In her right hoof she held her hatchet, which she could never bear to let go under any circumstances. “Have you ever been down to the basement?” Saetia questioned. “Once or twice. Why do you ask?” Phisk answered, nuzzling the wall where she could her Saetia’s heart beating. “Well…” Saetia blushed a little. “It’s the only room we share.” “Yes, your point?” Phisk asked. “I just wanted to know if you would like to meet there.” Saetia said. “You do know it’s barely five meters between your front door and mine, right?” Phisk giggled. Saetia giggled as well, still blushing a little. “I’d love to.” Phisk answered, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I haven’t showered yet today.” Saetia made an affirmative noise, hearing a slight rustle as Phisk stood up, walking to her shower. Phisk entered her bathroom with a big grin. And turned on the shower to its hottest setting. “If you can hear me,” she called down the drain, not getting wet yet, “I hope you’re hungry~”