How’s the Swedish Christmas goat doing? Has it caught fire this year?
This is how apparently
Security never saved it before. This is just the next level of difficulty and the gradual increase has only acted as training and made the Swedes unstoppable.
The swedes r like^
Security has saved it for the last 3 years, what are you talking about?
Well, it went via flaming arrow that one time, and tbh as a security pro there ain’t much you can do if someone shoots a flaming arrow over your head and into the goat.
Except, of course, nod in respect to your worthy and victorious opponent.
This wiki article is hilariously salty
STOLLEN? Isn’t this thing huge?
Yeah, I’m going to live-tumble my reading of this amazing wiki article. I’ll tag it “christmas goat” and “long post” if you want to block my nonsense. But you’ll miss gems like this:
There is only one sure way to save the goat. A mob that is filled with righteous anger.
But it doesn’t tell me WHO launched three successful attacks against the goats (btw there are two goats because the people who made the first goat got tired of people burning their goat, so they quit making it and another organization took up the task. The first organization started making their goat again after the second organization got into the Guinness Book of World Records for their goat’s size. So now the two groups continue to make separate goats.)
Nowthis is Christmas.
I don’t even know who I am rooting for in this situation.
no wonder so many bond villains come from the nordics they pull shit like this for a straw goat
A little something to wish everyone happy holidays, wether you celebrate Christmas or not :)
Thank you so much to all my followers, old and new, your support throughout these past 2 years on tumblr means a lot to me. I’ve grown so much as an artist and as a person, and I think having shared my art on social media kinda helped me in the process, thanks to your feedback and encouragement. <3
I also want to thank you for your interest in my webcomic, A ghost on the roof, and I hope you will stick with me on this journey, because your comments truly make my day !
Dreams of a future to come. I used to have this really clear idea of how I wanted my life to be when I started college and I’m so amazed and blessed to have had things turn out just the way they did. Things happened just the way they needed to to get me to this point.
My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, He has shown the strength of his arm, He has cast down the mighty from their thrones, and has lifted up the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he has sent away empty.
I am a thousand-year promise. The children pray “hail mary, full of grace,” lining their cage with platitudes, but to speak my tongue, your mouth has to burst with crumbling kingships, your brow cluster with a graveyard of crowns. To speak my words you have to know that “god” means “crack in the history books,” you have to whisper words of wisdom: burn it down. I come not to bring peace but a sword: that’s the miracle my body knows how to birth. I am milk to the despairing and famine to Mark Zuckerberg. Ave maria: hail to my ocean of birds. Hey buddy! Nice golden tower you got there, shame if something happened to it!
I am afraid. Not the way you think. I can make a god but not be one. I can bring revolution but I can’t predict its chords. The cells of my body are with god and become god: illuminate, filigreed, an amniotic galaxy–holy parthenogenesis! I am magnified through the lord, too bright to witness myself. Hail to my moon-valleys and the magma in my blood, hail the pearly gates between my thighs.
What I do know is sometimes, when god closes the doors he opens a window with the brick in your hand. I know transformation is bloody, and hard, and we’re gonna fuck it up, and the choices we make now will ring for years in ways that we can’t fathom yet and what is that but childbirth?
All that can save us is love and matches, so light a candle. Sing my song.
