At the end of the hallway she turns and says, “Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It’s delicious.” She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
should i reblog for the caption or the tags
Say hello to mechanically separated chicken. It’s what all fast-food chicken is made from—things like chicken nuggets and patties. Also, the processed frozen chicken in the stores is made from it.
Basically, the entire chicken is smashed and pressed through a sieve—bones, eyes, guts, and all. it comes out looking like this.
There’s more: because it’s crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, soaked in it, actually. Then, because it tastes gross, it will be reflavored artificially. Then, because it is weirdly pink, it will be dyed with artificial color.
But, hey, at least it tastes good, right?
High five, America!
oh my god
bitch that’s the tubby custard machine
OMFG THIS POST FINALLY MADE IT TO MY DASHBOARD IM CRYING
"bitch that’s the tubby custard machine"
10,000 years from now on the dawn of a new civilization where we are all just brains in jars flying spaceships through the vast unknowable void, i will still be laughing my ass off at “bitch that’s the tubby custard machine”. this i vow.
i was super bored today so i recreated some book covers using Snapchat:)
beacon hills town slogan:
"don’t trust anybody. no one. don’t trust your neighbor. don’t trust your friends. don’t trust your mom. don’t trust your dog. no one. don’t do it."