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Have you guys seen all the Twitter apocalypse posts. It’s all Titanic sinking gifs and this:

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by Denny Bitte

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In the first test of its kind since the Dobbs ruling, Kansas voters have decided not to amend the state constitution, keeping abortion legal in the state — for now.

Guys. Guys guys guys guys guys.

THIS IS WHY YOUR VOTE REALLY DOES MATTER. If fucking KANSAS can succeed like this, so can the rest of us.

Vote in your referrendums. Vote in your primaries. Vote in the elctions.

THAT LITTLE SLIP OF PAPER YOU PUT IN THE BALLOT BOX REALLY DOES MATTER.

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Someday, somebody is going to take Procreate away from me, but until then I will subject you all to this

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This is one of my favorite pictures on the Internet, because all of the combined elements make it delightful.

1. The woman in the background, clearly horrified 2. The neatly arranged plants, so you know that this is not a house often visited by the chaos gods. 3. And of course, the mighty D E S C E N D I N G P U F F, who is coming in for a landing on your face whether you like it or not.

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A deep sea monster scene inside a block of epoxy | source

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Surprise triplets 😂

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I can’t decide what’s funnier, if this was a genuine candid photo of the father’s shock, or if he was an excellent sport and was like “hey folks, know what would be hilarious…”

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“Yknow, Ted, the guys at the bar are gonna wanna know what it was.”

“Bring the photo! It’ll be funnier if you bring the photo.”

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Story Time!

My father, who is an identical twin, has two older sisters who were also identical twins. My grandfather’s favourite way to tell the story was that in 1956 when he was awaiting the arrival of 🤷‍♀️ Child™️, the doctor (who, in the small town where we’re from, had delivered my aunts a few years earlier) came to the lounge, lit a cigarette and took a seat next to him.

“Clifford… how are ya?” the doctor greeted.

“I’m alright… yourself?”

“Good, good…good, so how many ya want this time?”

My grandfather, even in the retelling of the story heaved the most world weary sigh and said, “…how many ya got?”