If you don’t reblog Mahna Mahna, we’re not friends.
For Mahna Mahna reasons. And we are so friends.
One day in the field I was really sore and tired from digging meter deep shovel tests for a couple days and just generally having a shitty time. So one of my coworkers pulled up this song on his phone and then we all sang it the rest of the day. Just picture a group of archaeologists, spread out in a field of corn taller than our heads, digging and cursing, when someone randomly shouts out “MANAH MANAH” and everyone else starts singing along.
someone write a superhero story where the lady in the ensemble gets fed up for not getting the respect she deserves so she becomes the villain and manages to beat up all her teammates and rules the world