does tumblr know about tim misny??? like has the level of tim misny awareness that exists in northeast ohio broken containment and become known online yet???
ok so tim misny is a personal injury lawyer here in ohio.
that’s him. you do not have to remember his face from this image because you’re gonna see it a lot in this post. so mainly i think we all kinda honed in on tim misny because of his slogan
he’s gonna make them pay. he’s gonna get you that money but also it’s a little threatening like he’s gonna fully fuck his legal opponent’s shit up. this sprung tons of local memes. then there were the billboards which were normal at first.
but here’s the thing; we already know what misny does. he makes them pay. so it turns into just saying “you know what i do” which is funny enough if you don’t at all have the context.
but this is not where the absurdity caps out, my friends. no. this is what it has evolved to and they. are. everywhere.
that’s right. no text. just the judging eyes of tim misny, glaring through our skin and into our souls. there is no god. there is no devil. there is just tim misny and he’s gonna make them pay.
jesus these cutscenes are REALLY long
theyer old enough that they used to connect
They're older than Florida. The Floridian peninsula is the solidified runoff of the Appalachians that got caught on some coral. It's why we're like this, I think. You don't stand a chance of being normal when you were created by the shed skin of an elder god draping itself over a hollow skeleton. You're always going to be a little Off.
Wait wait you can't just drop that off and not elaborate. What do you mean is there a mafia presence in Wales?? Please spill, what things did you notice??
bisquid replied:
Okay so bearing in mind that I have ADHD and Chronic Terrible Observational Skills:
- I am in Cardiff
- For a concert I am attending solo
- Doors open at 5
- 4:15 ish I go ‘hmm I should eat something’
- Cardiff is - unsurprisingly, being tiny and yet home to FOUR concert venues - Very Busy
- Find McDonald’s
- McDonald’s is very full. I recall my last concert related McDick’s experience, and promptly bounce
- Directly across the street
- Is an Italian restaurant
- It looks closed but fuckit maybe I can beg for like. Bread or some shit
- Go over
- Am immediately pounced upon by the hitherto unnoticed chain-smoking woman hanging out by the door mostly hidden by a potted ficus(?)
- “I was wondering if you were open and if-” “yes yes we are open what would you like?” (strongish Italian accent)
- Inside restaurant is Deserted
- Explain that I’m sort of in a rush, am assured it’s fine
- Order chicken milanese which is generally a pasta dish with a breaded chicken component
- Am led to seat nearish the front and promptly provided with a pint of coke in a glass tankard
- Am then provided with a front row seat to an absolutely incomprehensible series of people entering and exiting (and in one case walking directly into) the door to what I can only presume is the kitchen
- Starting with the guy who had been sitting at a table chain-smoking over a pile of papers
- I counted at least three people exiting at least twice without actually entering in between
- Am finally brought food
- It is a breaded, butterflied chicken breast approximately the size of my face and a small pile of pasta approximately the size of my fist
- It is all delicious
- Chain-smoking papers man reappears, now wearing a chef’s apron labcoat thing
- Go up to pay, chain-smoking ficus lady is now having a very loud argument in a language I did not recognise but was not Italian Welsh English French russian Gaelic or Spanish
- She sees me, says, and I quote 'ah little girl lost, one moment’ and promptly hangs up
- I am 27 and only nominally female
- I am not remotely lost
- She charges me for the pint of coke but not the food
- I try to point out that she hasn’t charged me for the food
- 'do you want to pay for the food?’
- ’…. Not if I don’t have to?’
- 'good’
- I leave. The door is now full of half a dozen very tall very Italian men and one absolutely adorable cocker spaniel
- I ask if I can pet the dog (I have my priorities straight okay)
- I am allowed to pet the dog. The dog and I are now best friends
- The dog lead holder asks me in extremely accented but impeccably correct English if I had enjoyed the food
- 'yeah it was great!’
- Everyone laughs a bit
- I smile and pet the dog and realise I’m now late for the concert and hurry off
- I see a post on Tumblr about mob fronts and several connections are made in my brain all at once
Everyone I’ve mentioned this to has gone ‘was the food really good?’ as a like initial litmus test for front-likelihood so I’m glad to see we’re all on the same page here
been listening to the knuckles raps from sa2 while pretending to not know the music is from a video game and i highly recommend the experience. really good from the perspective of a normal rapper who talks about ghosts trying to kill him and his ability to telepathically detect gemstones in the earth
i did this once while driving a classmate who knew nothing about sonic to college and she said in full seriousness ‘it’s so sad that he feels like he can’t depend on anyone but himself’
