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[mevil]

[memecucker]

I think it’s funny how Mormon God was like “look polygamy is super important and I am telling you my followers to practice it even in the face of persecution” and then 40 years later Congress said Utah wouldn’t be given statehood as long as the LDS practiced polygamy and Mormon God was like “Ok tell everyone I changed my mind”

[memecucker]

I just really like the idea that Mormon God like, basically caved into pressure from the federal government

[technofinch]

Starting a new sports team called the Tampa Bay Trespassers and they play any sport that they can break onto the field of

[badlydrawneverything]

[penandinkprincess]

parenting commitment level 3000

[penandinkprincess]

apparently a requirement for working at poison control is a talent for stand-up comedy

[my-random--thoughts-deactivated]

[evaconly]

every time this post comes across my page on a new platform i smile because we’re all just enjoying her adorable joy

[joy-and-whimsy-official]

“She matches her new blankie” is an official joy and whimsy post

[sabertoothwalrus]

for those who don’t remember, “mole interest” was an experiment I did 2 years ago because I wanted to test what causes tags to go trending on tumblr. My hypothesis was that all it takes is one (1) post blowing up in an established tag to make the entire tag trend.

I had randomly generated 2 words, which is where “mole interest” came from. I failed to consider that by generating a new tag, it wouldn’t have had enough posts already in it to prove what I now call “the mole interest effect”.

But now it does.

In 2023, we said “fuck it” a la mythbusters and ended up doing whatever it took to get #mole interest to trend. And it did. And it happened to be September 11th that day, and we managed to get #mole interest to trend ABOVE #9/11.

So, in the name of science, I ask you to reblog just this post. Let’s put the mole interest effect to the test.

[edgebug]

[victusinveritas]

[dontgetmadgetmaddie]

I love Chappell Roan so much. What an icon.

Giving interviews like ‘Y’all are getting too personal and parasocial with this shit, pushing boundaries, touching me, asking for photos, calling me Kayleigh, kissing me without asking—anyway here’s my new hit country single ‘I’m def a top and I’m very committed to making you cum’

This will never not be funny to me

[yorgen-sh]

[jzxr7]

Absolutely lost in the sauce.

[just-french-me-up]

"mmh did you know that creator you like also posts 🔞 content? did you know that? don't you think that's weird? don't you think we should keep this space-"

no. i don't.

i booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view

just go back to the 1660 new england hole you just crawled out of and eat barley for a week to atone for your sins or whatever

[marithlizard]

" "I booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view" is one banger of a thematic statement. Shirt material.

[pyropansy]

I didn’t take many photos this weekend, but you can enjoy this one that made me laugh.

[breaks-hetheon]

[runefaustblack]

@hazard-symbols-that-fuck-hard

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

Step-by-step guide to wield a ‘Golden Cudgel’ like the Monkey King Sun Wukong by 襄阳梅子

[casual-darkness]

[obiwan]

[innovadesexual]

[biocrafthero]

[draconym]

The thing about parrots is that they will fuck with you for fun. On the outside a parrot is a small flying dinosaur with bolt cutters on its face. On the inside a parrot is a toddler with a GED who you might have unwisely trapped in your house. Humans are usually the most entertaining thing in a parrot's environment (aside from other parrots).

My parrot knows all the words for his favorite foods: peanut, berry, carrot, and noodle are the most frequently requested. I often demonstrate how good he is at naming foods when I have guests over by saying, "Ripley, what is this?" And Ripley, seeing a roasted, unsalted peanut in my hand, will answer, "a peanut." He does this for many foods, multiple times a day, knowing that if he answers correctly I'll give him several of whatever he can name.

I also offer my houseguests a chance to participate, holding a treat about a foot away from Ripley and asking him what it is. Ripley is always very gentle when treats are involved. But for the past few months, when someone he doesn't know attempts this trick with him, he deliberately gets the answer wrong.

"What is this?" my friend asks Ripley as she holds out a peanut. He confidently answers, "a berry." We laugh. "No, what is it!" she tries again. "A berry." She laughs.

I hand her dried cranberry. "What's this?" she asks, holding it up. Without hesitation Ripley answers "a peanut." She holds up the peanut again. "What is it!!" "A berry," he answers. Both my friend and my parrot laugh. Apparently this joke is worth more to my bird than getting the treat.