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i’ve watched this like 8 times in a row
Me and my dog post-apocalypse after we find a broken crate of canned peaches washed up on the beach
I want this video to be sent up into space on a Golden Record. nothing else but this video. truly thing it embodies the exuberance of the human spirit and also how funny would it be for aliens to try to figure out wtf is going on here
experiencing symptoms
homer…….. marge, even
So the tire-eating potholes in my neighborhood finally killed both my rear tires and I had to get that dealt with, but while they were getting replaced, I put the dogs in puppy daycare and upon picking them up early, the attendant literally sprinted to the front desk, grabbed me by the shoulders and breathlessly exclaimed "YOUNEEDTOCOMESEEWHATYOURDOGSAREDOING"
While she escorted me back to the play yards, she explained that every time they have more than three Corgi, they have to put all the Corgs in a separate play yard because they turn into a little gang and bully the Very Large dogs by playing Cow Herding Simulator 5000 with them, and especially if Herschel is there, because corgis are bossy-pants dogs, and Herschel has the bossiest pants of them all and acts as leader.
Despite being a little Don Corgleone to the short bitch mafia, Hershcel is also a Huge Baby and will apparently cry and cry and try to climb the fence and cry and eat people's shoelaces and cry if he is separated from Charlie during playtime, so this means any time that "Corgi Party" is happening, Charlie also has to go to Corgi party, despite being full-height, running cat software and a senior citizen. he copes with being Gulliver amongst the Liliputians by climbing onto the roof of the playskool castle they have for a climbing structure in the yard, kicking the ladder down behind him, and stretching out to nap in the sun while the corgi frolic and gambol around him.
Corgi are dogs that make up and play games with secret rules, like kindergartners. "Everyone bark in sync" is a popular game, as is "follow the leader" and it's companion game "March in a circle around a tall structure like ants caught in a death loop".
So what I was greeted with, when the attendant and I snuck out to the play yard, was the sight of Charlie, sound asleep and flat on his back with his paws crossed over his chest because sighthounds sleep in the stupidest fucking positions, on top of a faux-medieval castle with gargoyles on the corners, surrounded by approximately seven Corgi, all trotting in a circle around him, barking in sync.
"They look like they're preforming some kind of ritual!" giggled the attendant as attempted to get my phone to focus.
"Yeah, they're gonna summon Corgtulhu." I said.
Unfortunately, this made the attendant literally fall on her ass laughing, and distracted Herschel and his compatriots, so they didn't get to complete the summons, and I didn't get the pic.
The attendant kept laughing because apparently she's new to puns, and had mostly gotten it under control by the time we got everyone's leashes on and back out to the front.
The manager was watching the front desk, bemused. Did you get to see them doing the ritual?"
"YEAH!" shrieks the attendant, still excitable with merriment. "THEY'RE- THEY WERE-" The attendant ends up giggling on the floor.
"You okay there Katie?" asked the manager with minimal concern.
"We think they were trying to summon Corgthulhu." I eplain, and Katie screams from the floor. "Wasn't gonna work though, you need a virgin sacrifice and Charlie had an STD when we got him."
It was the manager's turn to shriek. and for Charlie and Herschel to start barking in solidarity.
"That's right Charlie! Your sluttiness saved the world!" I told him, as he jumped up and kicked me in the face.
Anyway, that's why Charlie's nickname at daycare is now "Superman(whore)"
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Ahh, it’s back
i have disproportionately strong feelings about this.
every time i say “nah i’m not gonna watch it again.” BUT I STILL DO EVERY TIME.
YEAUGH
i’m gonna try to reincorporate visits here back into my daily routine
I am making animal crossing tarot cards and no one can stop me
The major arcana are completed!! Introducing... Redd as the devil!
The sea bass will become a limited edition card! Thank you for all your support! I can't wait to get started on the suits!
The minor arcana are complete!! Here’s the cups, wands, pentacles and swords! Will be making an announcement once the kickstarter for the tarot deck is set to launch!
Also here's a look at the design for the box and the back of the cards
Hope you're all as excited as I am!
Image ID: A woman rides Moo, an orange and white steer, through a creek.
One of the ways we enrich Moo is to put him in different situations with people he trusts. He loves playing with water, and is always willing to give a friend a ride <3
her neurodivergent boobs stimmed as she hyperfixated down the stairs
I’m this close to one click buying the chuck tingle em dash book
Do it
they should invent a spine without pain
i hope the other telescopes and space probes aren’t feeling too jealous of all the attention james webb is getting from nasa lately
Reminds me of when NASA had to purposely crash the Cassini probe and her scientists started crying when she broke apart.
Trust me, Hubble still gets lots of love. Astronomers get very attached to their instruments.
For context, Cassini was sent to study Saturn, but they were worried about her contaminating it’s moons once her battery died, so they sent her into Saturn’s atmosphere so she could lay forever with her planet.
NASA cares so much about their instruments. They nickname their rovers and give them family portraits. They taught them how to sing Happy Birthday. When an instrument goes down, they cry. They filled the Voyagers with tons of remnants of our home even though we’ll never see them again. They gave all of them names. Our robots know so much love and gratitude and they’ll never know loneliness.
I would like to note that contrary to popular belief, tuxedo cats are not little businessmen!
tuxedo is formal party attire, if you wore one at a business function, you would be inappropriately dressed!
tuxedo cats are, instead, lil fancy guys, darling socialites, even
Carefree gadabouts.
jolly good chaps
in possession of a good fortune
little Bertie Woosters, every one.
the point of this hellsite is not to get followers, it’s to make friends you would never have met otherwise and torture them with cursed memes and crack headcanons
the most annoying people are the ones who just reply "no 💖" to recovery/self-improvement posts
ill never forgive you guys for reblogging the version without the wet box addition now there's edgelords in my notes and nobody gets to hear about the wet box
I saw a panphobic post on my dash from someone I thought I could trust, so this is a reminder:
I'm ready to leave this messed up world and jump into fantasy land. Who's with me?
