𓀥 𓁆 𓀕
𓁆 𓀟 𓀣 𓁀
Isis being informed that Osiris’ penis had been taken.
wait is that actually the translation for the heiroglyphs
I wish I could read hieroglyphs to tell you! I just happen to love that particular tale, and any time someone posts Hieroglyph Loss, it’s where my brain goes.
Biden finally came for him
Who were they?
Why do they come?
What do they leave behind?
Where did they go?
Will they return?
Ancient Loss
I’m at a loss for
wordsapps and photosfeels like 16gb
😆
You turn on the Radio one morning to find another one of those Rap songs where every 4th word is a swear. Naturally the Radio bleeps it out, but you realize that it sounds familiar. You realize that the rappers are speaking in Morse Code.
Your eyes widen as you swerve over onto the shoulder of the expressway, nearly hitting a Jeep Cherokee in the process. It didn’t matter to you. Frantically searching the glove compartment, the backseat, and your purse, you finally find a small notepad and a pen with a low ink cartridge. You listen closely to the radio, and begin to scribble down as much as you can. You realize it was merely a pattern.
— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / …-. … …-. - -.–
Unfortunately for you, you aren’t very well versed in translating Morse code, merely recognizing it. You reach into your purse to grab your phone, but after a moment of searching, you realize you had left it at home before you left for work. “God damnit,” you mutter. You’re more than halfway to your office, and you’re already running late due to the fact that that you decided to follow some whim and jot down some cryptic message from a provocative rapper.
Concluding that it would probably be best for you to mosey to work, you pull back onto the expressway and try to make it to work on time. Upon arriving at work, you ask any coworker in sight if they know Morse code. Nobody seems to, and some don’t even know what Morse code is. You slump your shoulders in disappointment and head over to your desk, when suddenly, the quiet, mouse-like secretary clears her throat and says, “Excuse me, I know Morse code!”
You turn around with the same wide eyes as before. “You do!?” you ask vigorous excitement, which seems to startle the young woman. “Yes,” she says, “when I was younger, I planned on joining the navy, so I taught it to myself.” You feel a bit sorry for her, that she wound up as a mere secretary instead of a naval officer, but that feeling of pity didn’t stop you from being grateful for the lucky coincidence of her knowing Morse code. You show her the pattern.
— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / …-. … …-. - -.–
“That’s all there is?” she asks, furrowing her brow.
“Yeah,” you shrugged, “it just kept repeating that over and over again. What does it say?”
“One, two, two, fifty.”
Your heart sinks a little. “What is that? What does that mean, is it like a phone number or house address or something?”
The secretary shrugs. “I’m really sorry, I don’t know. It’s too short to be a phone number, but beyond deciphering it, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
You nod slowly, and though you understand, you are still not at all satisfied. You go to sit at your desk. 1 2 2 50. The sequence plays over and over in your head all day, and needless to say, your curiosity an wonderment got the best of you. It was not a very productive work day.
You head home, and the same damned song plays on the radio. You shake your head as if that would make the song stop, then decide to plug 12250 into your GPS to see if there are any autofill results. None. You become increasingly frustrated.
When you get home, your daughter is sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework. She runs up to you and gives you a big hug, and asks about your day at work. You put on a fake smile and sigh. “Interesting,” you say— no doubt sugarcoating the intense excitement, disappointment, and confusion.
“Will you help me with my homework? I have to memorize something for my history class tomorrow.”
“Of course, doll! What are you memorizing?”
She hands you a laminated sheet of paper. “Roman numerals!”
You glance over the page, your eyes quickly darting from one, to two, to fifty.
It dawns on you. You’d recognize this pattern anywhere.
I II II L
There’s product placements in the copypastas now? I am off to buy a Jeep
Bravo!
It’s a copypasta mate, I didn’t write it.
Then I guess I’m one of today’s luck 10k, it’s the first time I’ve seen it.
This is the funniest thing I’ve seen all day
Bonehurtingjuice with loss will never not be funny
Also jorking it, I have no idea why its funny but it just is
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is that shrek?
That’s actually the joke of the original comic. The kid calls the guy Shrek, and the mom apologizes for her daughter’s rudeness before saying something like “no, that’s just an ugly bald man”.
I like how every time it gets edited, there are people in the comments who notice the Shrek similarity but don’t always agree if it’s intentional. The artist did a good job on that front.
Oof, ouch my bones
This makes my bones hurt
Oregano?