my great-grandfather had to leave italy in the 20′s because he hit a fascist with a tuba, so if you think I am going to take this sitting down you are going to have to catch these hands and also this tuba
Fun story my Great Great Grandma left Germany in the 1920s because she had family in the US and could get citizenship pretty easily and once she was over in the US she then smuggled over 15 jewish families out by forging family documents so now my aunts are currently in the process of trying to tell the real ones from the fake ones because my great gran just died and there are legally over 100 surviving descendants but we know that math is a lil screwy.
Sometimes a family is you, your kids, your grandkids, your great grandkids, and the 15 Jewish families you helped smuggle out of Nazi Germany.
When you thought men been hit rock bottom but they prove you wrong
me @ the Thai ladies
It’s raining hard and there’s lightning and thunder, and I just went out on the porch in the cool, wet air. Which means I now have the rather strong, very specific urge to go to a deep body of water, preferably an ocean, and jump in facefirst in order to dive to the bottom.
I don’t know why this happens. It’s a specific urge, and not at all intellectual. I mean, I sure wouldn’t mind being able to do that, but it’s not a conscious want.
I wish I could oblige it.
Also, there was a fuzzy little adolescent raccoon hiding beside the porch, and I scared the fuzzy little pants off him. I wish raccoons weren’t so feisty, they look so soft and I’d love to touch one.
Man, I love dogs. I don’t think I want to be the person mainly responsible for something that needs that level of emotional involvement, I’m more of a cat person, but dogs are 100% pure beasties and the embodiment of enthusiasm.
Whenever I see a biker or cyclist without a helmet I can’t help but smh
Why I only broke my shoulder and not my skull this September.
Okay, so this is informative, but also
helmet-headed object heads retired from a life of extreme sports who have damage like /this/, like they’re half-blind off one side because part of their visor is so scratched up it’s useless, or their helmet is barely holding together in one piece.
Sounds like a cherry millipede or a similar species from the Xystodesmidae family! The cherry/almond smell is actually a combination of
benzaldehyde and hydrogen cyanide, which the millipede secretes as a defensive mechanism when disturbed – wash your hands afterwards!
Isoamyl acetate is the distinctive smell of bananas… but it’s also used in the alarm pheromones of honey bees. Don’t use banana-scented lotions in places where you’re likely to encounter bees, ‘cause they might smell you and think you’re a marked man who needs to die.
Wild 👏 animals 👏 are 👏 not 👏 pets 👏 don’t 👏 keep 👏 primates 👏 they 👏 are 👏 not 👏 cute 👏 they 👏 will 👏 fuck 👏 your 👏 shit 👏 up 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
Like, seriously, here’s an excerpt
“On February 16, 2009, Travis attacked Sandra Herold’s 55-year-old friend Charla Nash, inflicting devastating injuries to her face and limbs. Travis had left the house with Sandra Herold’s car keys, and Nash came to help get the chimp back in the house; upon seeing Nash holding one of his favorite toys, Travis immediately attacked her. Travis was familiar with Nash, who had also worked at the Herolds’ towing company, although Nash had a different hair style at the time of the attack. The chimp had been taking medication for Lyme disease. Herold, then 70 years old, attempted to stop Travis by hitting him with a shovel and stabbing him with a butcher knife. “For me to do something like that – put a knife in him – was like putting one in myself,” Herold later said. The chimp turned around, she said, as if to say, “‘Mom, what did you do?’” The ape was angered more. Herold then called 9-1-1 and pleaded for help. Travis’ screams can be heard in the background of the tape as Sandra pleads for police, who initially believed the call to be a hoax, until she started screaming, “He’s eating her!” Emergency medical services waited for police before approaching the house. Travis walked up to the police car when it arrived, tried to open a locked passenger door, and smashed a side-view mirror. Then he went calmly around to the driver’s-side door and opened it, at which point Officer Frank Chiafari shot him several times. Travis retreated to the house, where he was found dead next to his cage”
I’ve heard the 911 call, it is truly sickening. I can’t even imagine the level of agony that woman endured.
America needs to be stopped. Just because you CAN do something, doesn’t mean you SHOULD.
Places like big cat rescue are overrun with the results of idiots like these.
If it can bite your face off it is NOT A PET!
also, please, think about how awfully it ended for the animal. there were no winners here. none.
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