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vernanonix

He was a sk8r dog. She said see you l8r dog.

cheese24k

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oh my god

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everyone needs to see this video at least once in their life

andromedafalls

I think my favorite thing about dogs is that they can, in fact, perceive the tone/mood of music, just as they can with human voices.

theteastainedpages

I think the best part about this is that there was an actual academic study done to find out what music dogs preferred, they set it up by kenneling dogs and figuring out which kind of music caused them to be more relaxed in the situation, and they found out that most dogs prefer soft rock and reggae.

He probably really digs it.

pippinstook

Honestly, Bilbo is such a mood.

humorblr

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace (1999) // Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

queentianas

upontheshelfreviews

There’s a hidden level of brilliance in this moment:

Chef Boyardee is known today for his cheap out-of-the-can pasta, but in his native Italy he was a renowned expert chef. He was reduced to the face of microwaveable eateries after his death.

Sound like anyone else from this movie?

ketchuprocket

Chef Ettore Boiardi, known today as Chef Hector Boyardee, was a key player in keeping poverty struck families fed for a low price, before he ever came out with the canned pasta line. He would jar his sauce in milk bottles and provide bags of dry noodles for families in Cleveland, Ohio’s Little Italy sector. It was during the Depression, and pasta could be made in large portions at a low cost. This was the start of his venture.

After years of success, he eventually opened his canning facility, opened his restaurant “Il Giardino d’Italia” in New York, and helped feed the Allies during the war. Everyone always glazes over this part of his life, especially the Cleveland part. He lived here. He DIED here. He’s BURIED HERE. My mother took care of him at the nursing home she worked for in her early 20′s when he was ailing and spoke of nothing but the kindness he and his family radiated when they were there. Chef Boiardi was an immigrant with a dream and was always there to help those in need, because he knew what it was like to be in that position. Never let that go.

jabberwockypie

I had thought he was a fictionalized mascot, like Aunt Jemima or Betty Crocker, but this is really interesting.

“Proud of his Italian heritage, Boiardi sold his products under the brand name Chef Boy-Ar-Dee so that his American customers could pronounce his name properly.“

And if you have a name that isn’t “standard” in America, that is a Mood.

harlivy

Amy Adams could do The Revenant but Leonardo DiCaprio could never do Enchanted.

weatheredlaw

i taught swim lessons and preschool, do y’all wanna hear the most ridiculous white kid names i’ve ever seen?

weatheredlaw

i’ve met at least a dozen children named some form of “jackson” but the best ones were “jaxon” and “jakson”

a parent who i really liked named her son “jaycob” because she was worried people wouldn’t pronounce it correctly. when someone accidentally spelled it “jacob” she would loudly and obnoxiously ask “WHO’S JAH-KOBE?”

two siblings named “thor” and “tiara”

i once had a classroom with four girls named “brooklyn”

if you sent me a list of popular boy names, i could guarantee i’ve met every single one of them

twin girls named paisley and brinley

a girl named reader

a boy named rocko

keighleey

kayde

kolten

if it can start with a “k” instead of a “c” i have met that child

brittalynn

i taught a swim class with three girls named “london” but only one of them was spelled “lundon” and i know my boss did that to me on purpose

a couple named all their kids after places in arizona: tatum, payson, and hayden

and speaking of hayden, i’ve seen: haydon, heighden, and heydon

according to some white people, there are sixteen different ways to spell mckenzie

lakelyn, blakelynn

a-daks

this is white culture

spamsterlady

I had a student named Branch.

curlicuecal

I once had pair of siblings named Hunter and Tanner. I really wanted them to have a sister named Fawn.

I had a Clark and Ophelia that were a bit unusual in the naming department.

And I had every single imaginable version of a girl’s name staring with “Mad-“ and every single imaginable version of a boy’s name ending in “-aden”

ceekari

Mom’s a teacher. So far her best/worst white kid names:

“Damion with a Y” according to the parent. Daymion? Damyon? Nope. Damiony. The Y is silent, said parent

A girl named Free. Maybe not that bad on its own, but the girl’s last name was Love

A boy named Calup because his mom couldn’t spell Caleb

curlicuecal

the y is silenty

markwateneymemorialcrater

Also the “unique” names have no purpose or logic. Half of them don’t even follow grammar. Or if they do, it’s not consistent or they abuse it to rediculousness. Also they do no service to the kid, they are just so they can boast about how “unique and special” their little K-duhnne is. That kid will spend their whole life trying to correct people on how to spell his name. Because there is also a caydonn in the class. And a kaidin. And a Gkaiduny. All pronounced the same way.

And it is different from ethnic or culturally traditional names because those aren’t just bastardizations of common names. There is consistency. Sure there may be a few variations of spelling or pronunciation. But the spelling still logical usually. Just maybe difficult if you are unfamiliar.

kaispeakshermind

This?

This is frickn hilarious.

hugsupplier

I had a friend who named their child Basil.

cadaverkeys

I had a dream that they changed the material handcuffs were made of to this metallic gold colour and people kept trying to get arrested in sonic cosplay so they could, quote, “get those rings” and it was the hottest craze on the internet for a solid two months and basically every location in the western world banned sonic cosplays and sonic ended up being a symbol for anarchist ideology.

corrucyst

have you considered that this is a premonition

queen-baelin

the dream was a prophecy & the future sure looks bright

princesstigerbelle

If cats knew what sin was they wouldn’t even care

blackpyrefly

I don’t care either fuck trigonometry

ruinedchildhood

bi-marvel

Captain America’s Life After Endgame [x]

dankmemeuniversity

thothoes

this is the funniest twitter thread i’ve ever seen in my goddamn life

heartbeatemoji

“Wait but don’t ask another guy I’ll do it” is making me laugh

myhollywoodending

the-spiritess-eliza

HOW FAST CAN YOU RUN

roguecampingrainstorm

I’m cackling so fucking hard

pasdecoeur

action movie directors really don’t understand that they could write the scariest, toughest, most badass line in movie history, and it still wouldn’t come close to the moment in Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement, when viscount mabrey of genovia said, “sir you will find that the word ‘fear’ is not in my vocabulary!!” and joe didn’t even fucking blink before replying, “Perhaps… But it’s in your eyes.”

maximum-overboner

when i was a child my dog was sent to live on a farm. her name was lucky, and she was a beagle. she was also filled with hate and malice, and a hunger for my tender child flesh, but that was beside the point. i came home from school after having mastered the art of speedskipping (which i maintain is the fastest mode of travel but it can’t be done without mockery so i refrain) to my mum sitting me down and gently explaining that lucky moved to a farm, where she could run, bound, play and hunt hapless children until her devil’s heart was content. i knew at that moment she had died, but i didn’t want to say anything. my mum had a story in place to try and spare me the grief, and i tenderly played along, wanting to maintain it. i brought this up bemusedly, years later, as a teenager. laughing at the simple story only a fool would believe, covering for my dog’s death.

it was at this point my mum told me that no, lucky actually went to live on a farm. my aunt’s farm, in england. she lived for another twelve years.

there are pictures.