A family of cheetahs sleep with the forest guard every night. When the Forest Dept. heard about it, they decided to check the veracity of the claim by installing a CCTV camera. This is what the camera recorded! Just amazing.
Kitties will be kitties šāā¬
i sing to my cat
imagine jigsaw just turning on the tv screen to see you laying pipe into his dumb ass doll
Every trip to the DC National Airport feels like youāre in one of the satirical ads in Robocop
they'll be so busy admiring the giant bad dragon novelty dildo they won't even notice the hand grenade in the bucket of ball bearings
some others i found in the notes
Whatever. *smacks your pokemon with my massive fucking cock, killing it instantly*
In 1909, the biologist Jakob von UexkĆ¼ll noted that every animal exists in its own unique perceptual world ā a smorgasbord of sights, smells, sounds and textures that it can sense but that other species might not. These stimuli defined what von UexkĆ¼ll called the Umwelt ā an animalās bespoke sliver of reality. A tickās Umwelt is limited to the touch of hair, the odor that emanates from skin and the heat of warm blood. A humanās Umwelt is far wider but doesnāt include the electric fields that sharks and platypuses are privy to, the infrared radiation that rattlesnakes and vampire bats track or the ultraviolet light that most sighted animals can see.
The Umwelt concept is one of the most profound and beautiful in biology. It tells us that the all-encompassing nature of our subjective experience is an illusion, and that we sense just a small fraction of what there is to sense. It hints at flickers of the magnificent in the mundane, and the extraordinary in the ordinary. And it is almost antidramatic: It reveals that frogs, snakes, ticks and other animals can be doing extraordinary things even when they seem to be doing nothing at all.
~ Ed Yong, NY Times Opinion, 6-21-22
He's a cis man. He's transfem. He's nonbinary. He has 35 genders. He's a cis woman. He's a trans man. Gender, he barely knows her. He's transmasc. He's gnc. He doesn't know what a pronoun is. I didn't say his name but he popped into your head didn't he
Goncharov š
Can you hear it? Can you hear the ticking of the clocks, Goncharov?
GONCHAROV (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese
Where I come from, we donāt worry about these fruity-tuity California style buds. Okay? Iām from Scranton. What iām smoking is dirt. So lets get that straight jack. Pure brick. Ass. Okay? America- Americans are wanting to smoke that dirt, okay? You go up to someone and say, hey, Iām gonna give you a big bag of this heady bud, but Iām taking your stash of mids, theyāre gonna say Cāmon man! get out of here! *audience cheers* thatās right. thatās right. Get the hell out of here! We like stems! We like seeds! Where I come from.
i thought this shit died why isnāt gone yet please stop bringing this up this shit sucks
Shut the fuck up
