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protom-lad

another important vine

cometsworld

Did it just quack

pfdiva

Yes.

azzandra

I’d describe it more as a honk.

myboyfriendpetebuttigieg

Reblog this if you slept with my ex-wife Susan.

Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.

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damn daniel

marshofsleep

i have done the thing

queendamurk

Spread the word

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it’s true

chocolate--goddess

Why don’t doctors tell people this

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Guys you could save someone’s life.

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[Okay tiger, I’mma put a stop to this chain before somebody kills themselves. For starters, “cancer cures” are, more often than not, bs to swindle desperate people. More Snake Oil than Medicine. But let’s ignore that fact for a moment and look at the hard evidence against this argument. There is no such vitamin as B17, and one of the chemicals advertised in this “miracle cure” is actually potassium cyanide. For those of you who may or may not recognize the second word there, it is a DEADLY-ASS POISON. That means this home remedy will kill you even quicker than the cancer, even if you’re not seeking actual treatment for it.]

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Apparently people think that the cynaide hits the cancer cells first to cure cancer - but it’s not true. It converts to cynaide in the stomach, so it works like any other poison. Don’t do it!

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//BOOST THIS VERSION GODDAMNIT

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veryfemmeandantifascist

me as a homosexual

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Same

lindsaychrist

why is this me im screaming

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have i told you guys about the time that i classically conditioned my kindergarten class

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I got like 4 anons asking about this so I guess I didn’t:

omg. okay, so basically, I was a “gifted kid” which was code for fucken nerd ass bitch, so i would constantly just stare off into space during class while everyone else was tryna figure out what the fuck our teacher was tryna say. Anyway, I was learning about chemistry and biology outside of school(i know what a fucking nerd amirite ladies), and my dad got me a book that talked about all these famous psychological experiments.

So chapter one was, would you have guessed it, Pavlov’s dog. I thought it my be fun to try something to that extent with my classmates. Now, keep in mind, being a nerdy ass brown kid in a school full of white ppl meant that I wasn’t exactly popular, and no one really talked to me in class or cared what I was doing.

Everyday, at 9:45 am, our teacher would announce that it was snacktime, and everyone would fucking sprint to their cubbies to grab their lunchboxes like it was the goddamn hunger games. Kindergarten kids didn’t really have a concept of time, so i used this to my advantage. At 9:45 as my teacher would walk up to announce snacktime, I would knock on my desk really quickly three times. It was rly subtle, and I wasn’t sure that it would work.

So after two or three weeks, I decided to have some fun. Thirty minutes after school began at like 8:30 or something, I tapped knocked on the desk. Half the class turned their heads and looked straight at the cubbies. 3 boys got up and were about to run to get their lunchbox. One girls stomach started growling REALLY loudly. The teacher had to take 5 minutes to get everyone to calm down and one kid started crying because he thought it was snacktime and he was so shocked and destroyed.

Realizing that I had basically dog trained the whole class, I burst out laughing so hard I fell out of my chair and cut my head on the tile floor and got sent home early because I was laughing so hard they thought I had a concussion or something. When I explained what happened to my dad he left the room, but I could hear him losing it in the hallway.

So everytime now that I learn about classical conditioning in my Neuroscience classes, I have to fight to keep a straight face