They don’t tell you this but in the United States there is an extremely low chance to encounter a vehicle shaped like a hotdog
I SAW IT SUNDAY!!!!!!
I didn’t actually realize there were only 6 of these in the country. so it’s actually pretty rare to see one. It was in my hometown when I was younger a few times
Important Wienermobile news! Tomorrow for Carburetor Day at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, there will be a Wienermobile Race called the “Wienie 500”. This will mark the first “meat-up” of all 6 Wienermobiles in over a decade!
Each Wienermobile will represent a different regional hotdog of the USA in this inaugural race between hotdog-shaped vehicles. All of this is in celebration of the Indianapolis 500, which is happening this weekend, as it happens every Memorial Day weekend. Your chances of seeing a hotdog-shaped vehicle in the Midwest will increase if this becomes a yearly tradition!
The wienermobiles have converged on the Indianapolis motor speedway and are ready for race day
(SOUND IS CRUCIAL) this video is has murdered me dead the music the editing the way information is slowly revealed about the two of them the plot twist the breaking bad images. WILLIAM WILLIAM WILLIAM. all over minecraft parkour someone help im seizing
can’t believe I’m saying this but that was worth three minutes
A painstaking work !!
right around the time he hollowed out the grill was when my brain went “excuse the fuck outta you”
AND THAT WASN’T EVEN THE CRAZY PART
THE ASSEMBLY
what is that thing
what is that thing
You will never be John McAfee bitch
It is not enough that Elon Musk should die, nor even that he should die penniless, friendless, alone, and in pain. It is necessary, as a matter of moral certitude, that his death be utterly and completely mundane and explicable in its every particular. such clear and inarguable must it be that no true crime podcaster or history channel could ever inject it with falsified intrigue in the name of a quick buck; it must be so plain and clear that every four-year-old who heard of it would nod sagely in understanding.
- beautiful, poetic and powerful encapsulation of the exact right vibe
- you good bud?
A list of theories as to why Martha Wayne’s Pearls scattered Like That, despite the fact that real pearls are knotted individually on the strand to prevent Precisely That Sort Of Thing from happening [incomplete]:
One: Martha chose not to wear her real pearls to the theatre that night, as it was a night where there was no one to impress. The string snapped because the pearls were not real, and Martha died for a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.
Two: The Pearls, upon understanding this was a symbolic moment in at least one Wayne’s future [and two Wayne’s end], chose to disregard their quality for the sake of a Dramatic Tableau.
Three: no more then three pearls ever snapped off the strand, but to a boy watching his mother choke on her own blood, gasping his name into the suddenly silent night, three pearls was enough.
Four: an opportunistic officer slipped the pearls off Marthas neck as she was loaded into the morgue van, figuring Bruce would not have the wherewithal to miss them. The pearls were subsequently reported as lost, having probably rolled down the drain in the following chaos. Only three were ever recovered, having become stuck in the puddle of blood that was under Martha Wayne’s head.
Five: the pearls, a set Thomas Wayne picked up as an engagement gift and a promise when Wayne industries was collapsing and his fortune nonexistent, were fake, and Martha adored them far more then any of the expensive jewels he was eventually able to afford. She made a habit of wearing them on family outings. Martha died for the sentimental value of a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.
Six: the pearls where not real. Martha was wearing diamonds that night. Bone, when exposed to moonlight and the horrified tears of an eight year old, shines like pearls.
OP how could you
Seven: Yes they’re cheap paste, with no knotting in the thread, but they were a surprise present to Martha from Bruce (that he earned the allowance to pay for by helping out Alfred around the house and was his first “real job”) and he was very proud that she chose to wear them on their “fancy night out” (Because what mother worthy of the name wouldn’t smilingly wear the present from their son on their night out over the real pearls she has?).
And if you think that Bruce hasn’t been consumed by guilt from the moment the mugger demanded she “hand over the pearls” then you haven’t been paying attention.


















