That Moment...

I see. So do you happen to know any famous Lumpists,
or works of lumps?

 

Michelangelo was a famous Lumpist. One of his most famous lumps is the Lump of David. Also, Gutzon Borglum created very large lumps resembling dead presidents gathered together for a high-level meeting in South Dakota, of all places. "So this is South Dakota," they appear to be saying. "At least it's not North Dakota. Or Nebraska." "What's a Nebraska?" the lump resembling George Washington is asking. "Never mind. It won't exist until after you're dead," the other lumps reply.

 

Would it not be "works of lump?

Except for Lincoln Lump. He had a lump in his throat.

 

I dunno, there's more than one lump on that Venus de Milo...

 

If it happens again, you could try this.

 

And on David, IIRC.

 

TMW someone sings a song at a karaoke bar that you only know from a TV show and as you see the lyrics you see exactly why it was chosen for that particular moment and it's such a perfect choice it makes you cry.

 

That moment when you're baked enough to be prophetic, but too baked to remember the prophecy.

 

Divine Interrupted?

 

Well, that was an entertaining bit of googling that inspired.

In a metaphorical sense, yes.

 

That moment when an image you know exists because you've seen it, seems to have vanished from the internet and you can't tell if it's just been buried deeper than you're willing to dig or if someone's launched an erasing campaign over a piece of fanart

Edit: It doesn't help I don't remember the name of the thread I saw it on, or what subreddit it was

 

I've saved an image of a floral crown, but didn't name it at the time. Now, I can't find the crown for sale on the site. Which is typical, because it looks really good.

 

That's too bad

 

Yeah! That's right! There's two more on the top half! Do you think he got paid by the lump?

 

And two more for the bum!

Y'know, thinking about it, I'm pondering that she originally had arms - but when he gave the buyer the final price, they said "HOW MUCH!?!? THAT'S TWO LUMPS TOO MANY!!"

So Alexandros chopped off her arms and said "There you go, mate. 500 quid knocked off the price."

 

TMW...

*Knock knock knock*

"Hello, sir, do you have a minute to talk?"

"No. Haven't even finished my coffee...."

"Well, sir, that's just rude. Don't you know rudeness will see your soul burn in hell? Christ has time for everyone"

"Oh, my soul? I worked for a hedge fund, lady, on Wall Street. One of the requirements after internship was my soul. Satan has it already, so I'm good"

"Is this a game to you?"

*door slam*

"Ah, coffee."

 

Leave my Nebraska out of your demented wanderings.

 

TMW you feel dizzy and weak because your blood pressure has dropped, and you no have idea why.

 

That moment when your DM says to make an ENTIRELY randomized character at level 10, and you had no idea what to do, but when you finally got him to break it down to make sense and not be totally retarded and contradictory (There is no tier 1 CR 5 loot table, jackass!) and you finally start rolling for stuff, and this is the third character in a row the dice have decreed be gay and hands on with people, but also wears cursed armor and can't take it off.

Welcome to Dungeons and Dragons, I'm just as confused as you are.

 

Now THAT guy could sell me a religion or three!