Sometimes I remember that Harry Styles made the âAdore Youâ video about a fish

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Sometimes I remember that Harry Styles made the âAdore Youâ video about a fish
My son, 6: Iâm going straight to the final boss fight
Also my son: *runs screaming from red bokoblin*
hi can you direct me to the nearest hospital
My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.
What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"
"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.
I hope this is a universal cat owner experience. Every single night he begs me to turn the sun back on so he can watch birds on the balcony. I tell him no, I cannot do that.
But I can turn lights on and off in the house and he's fairly certain I'm just not applying myself properly here.
one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
Tumblr users will see a post mentioning a day if the week and just fucking black out and reblog it
Ms. PhilosophyTube is right
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i was watching a video about how regional cheeses are made around the world, and was shown a type of mozzarella called zizzona (the z/zz pronounced like the 'zz' in 'pizza', with a 'tz' sound), which, yes, means "mother's breast".
so rest easy tonight knowing they have titty cheese in italy.
they also make special GIANT 66lb zizzona
so rest easy tonight knowing they have hummina hummina aWOOGAH iyiyiyiyi GAZONGA cheese in italy
I had a dream I was watching keeping up with the kardashians and Kylie had gotten cyborg legs like they had taken the legs of an AT-ST from Star Wars and put them on her lower half so she was like 11 feet tall and Kim was like âI think Kylieâs new legs are SO fun..â
I literally think about this post every day
at Jimmy Buffetâs Margaritaville rn and iâm wondering why more musicians donât have their own restaurants. i would eat at Trent Teznorâs Tavern of Terror
Iâm not calling myself a ghoul-fucker or anything but what I AM saying is⌠Cooper Howard could
i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem
everyone make sure to set out cheese & crackers for neil tonight <3
You go to a gentrified artisan burger joint and there's a burger called "The Budd Dwyer" for 14$
And if you donât say you want it with âthe worksâ they give you nothing but a crusty burger on a brioche bun thatâs mashed to atoms with your first handling of it. Now, I ainât one of them fancy-ass city folk you younginâs are talkinâ about but I think I might know a thing or two about good country cookinâ and that just ainât it. Keep your brioche. Keep your Dwyer. Iâll just take a Bud and head on down to the pasture, gnaw on a cow down there. Thatâs good country livin.
Love where you're taking this joke, but you should Google Bud Dwyer.
Iâm tired.
At least he was an organ donor.