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I’m alive
or I’m possessing this computer
if you have a crush on a math nerd tell them you
them
the graph of that equation is
c’mon that’s adorable
Do you want to learn some bird’s name in French ?
There are many bird’s name I translated so you will be able to talk about birds if you come in France ! They were suggested on my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/Kekeflipnote?ref=hl and will do more in the futur so you will be able to know them all !
I already posted the animation yesterday there on Tumblr but as an external link from youtube and wondered why I had some messages telling me to post the video on Tumblr ……….. :’D ?
Some of you told me to post it as an independant video on Tumblr like the other one because of the vibe it have like the other one and the replaying system that add more fun, so … there it is, again for you =)
Next time I will post the Youtube link on the description =)
Spring Spirit; August 2015 #forest #flowers #fairy #sprite #spirit #magical #mountains #painting #drawing #impressionism #art #artwork #🎨
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21 x 29,7cm, ink on paper, Kevin Lucbert, 2015
2 + 2 = Brotherhood of Steel
“Math. Math never changes…”
Gordon Ramsay
😬 "Get off your ass, you wasted donkey." 😆😆😆 "I'm already off my ass Mr. Ramsay."
once in the fifth grade this kid called me a homo and i thought it meant homeless and i was so confused i said ‘jeremy you’ve been to my house’
spent the morning alone in a hotel room
In attempts to get Teka to stop chewing at my books, I put on some dance music.
Poor buddy’s confused because it wants to eat book, but HAS to dance
via
Welp. You have a cat.
Congratulations on your new best friend!
you’re naming him bacon, right?
what happened in roughly 1870 though
why was there temporary internet
with a few people searching for pokemon?
It’s a search of Google books, but the question still stands, what the Fuck happened in 1870
I CAN ANSWER THIS!!
In the Cornish dialect of English, Pokemon meant ‘clumsy’ (pure coincidence).
In the mid 1800s there was a surge of writing about the Cornish language and dialect in an attempt to preserve them with glossaries and dictionaries being written. I wrote about it HERE.
I just love that this post happened to find the ONE HUMAN ON THE INTERNET who had the answer to this question
Seduce me with hilariously awkward stories from your life
Oh have I got one for you.
So, I grew up in a financially strapped household with lots of kids. So we were always buying in bulk. Cheap bulk. It lead to us getting things like this, a 6 lb can of cheap peanut butter:
Now, we’d always had this in the house since a main staple was PB toast, PB sandwich (no J sometimes cause we didn’t have it) and just spoonfuls of PB to help with acid reflux, sore throats, quick snack or just a way to keep 4 hyperactive kids quiet for a few minutes in the same manner of watching a dog lick the roof of it’s mouth for a while after giving it a glob of the PB.
Ever since I was about 6 or 8, I’ve always had a certain urge every time I saw a brand new can of this opened (Which was roughly once every two months) and that was to just shove my whole arm into the can. At that age, it would have easily gone up to my elbow. I don’t know why I felt this urge, but I did. Luckily, I suppressed it….Until I was 14.
I’m 14, home alone after school and making some PB toast for a snack when lo and behold…I get to peel open a brand spanking new can and mar up that perfectly smooth surface. This was a rare occurrence and I wanted to savor it. What would I write in it with the knife for the next person to find? Do I try to carve something into it? Then I remembered my childhood urge of wanting to just shove my arm into it.
I do it. I don’t point my fingers to make it easy, no, it’s open palm hand print with fingers splayed as I shove my hand into a cardboard can full of 6 lbs of PB and it is glorious. I didn’t care that physics dictates that stuff and mass means that PB was being pushed up and out. It was fairly viscous and stuck mostly to my exposed arm. I got almost all of my forearm in this and wiggled my fingers. I pulled my arm out and looked at the massive blob of PB and giggled thinking of the old classic movie “The Blob”. I didn’t use a knife and just rubbed the toast on my PB gauntlet and that’s when I heard it…
A key unlocking the front door.
OH SHIT. I was scrambling to get my hand back in the can to scrape off the mass of peanut butter and clean up this mess. I don’t register the multiple voices until I hear my mom call my name and I look up. She was standing there with her friends that she had invited over looking at her eldest and first born, 14 year old, 3.5 GPA rocking daughter trying to scrape 6 lbs of PB off her arm and into a can.
There was no talking my way out of this or explaining any of it. We stared at each other for what must have been a solid minute before she just guided her friends out of the kitchen and left me to finish cleaning up my mess.
We stopped buying the 6lb cans of peanut butter after that.
WHY DIDN’T I SEE THIS ONE EARLIER