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they took to it like a duck to water: they began naturally, almost effortlessly, and were immediately in their element

they took to it like a baby otter to water: screaming, certain they were dying, hating every minute of it despite being perfectly suited to the conditions

beardedmrbean

X

revswanson

where in the HELL did that horse come from

lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently

stimman4000

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adranova

Me: Oooo, rocks on my dash? Yes please

Me a second later:

justalurkr

Lucifer's Canary

fmlcomic

He's right.

the-a-j-universe

That's a beaked dinosaur yo.

skunkeyemcghee

Do yourself a favor. Sound up. Enjoy.

blackbitchenergy

This was so fucking satisfying to watch

endangered-justice-seeker

WOW

WTF

I love science

This is my favorite meme on the internet. More compilations please.

sen-thebootbimbo

Sometimes humans are just. Good.

historical-gays

From frog to Bossa Nova 🤌🤌🤌

transheadcrab

why do they always show cranberries in thos big pits n its implied its wet and possibly swimmable. do cranberries really grow like that. wh

khamingbird-blog

You’ve never heard of The Bog?

transheadcrab

th

the what

transheadcrab

EACH ADDITION TO THIS POST MAKES MY BLOOD RUN COLD

punkrorschach

This is a cranberry bog (unflooded) it’s how cranberries grow. Once they’re ripe, the blog is flooded and the cranberries harvested.

Basically by using big floaty things to round them all up and then scooping them out of the water.

transheadcrab

thank u. i hate it a little less but the horrible little man in my head is still screaming “BOG BODY BOG BODY BOG BODY”, but i appreciate the education,

bomberqueen17

oh here is a fun lil perspective on cranberry harvesting i never heard about anywhere else. the guy who owns the restaurant right down the road from the farm, who fries our chickens sometimes, is from Boston, with the strongest Boston accent ever, and in a former life before he started slinging reasonably priced barbeque and occasional organic chicken, he was a cranberry farmer.

His farm was on the leading edge of kinda using organic/sustainable pest control methods, and one of the things that they did to keep insect damage down was that they encouraged wolf spiders to live in the cranberry field, to eat the bugs.

This was all fine and good until they flooded the bog. Now, you don’t just like flood the bog and then go around it in a boat or whatever. No, you use hip waders to get in there and put the big floaty things where they go and get all the berries and such.

Well when you’re in the bog in hip waders, that makes you the tallest thing. Wolf spiders can swim a bit, but they don’t like it, so they’re, quite understandably, looking to climb out of the water onto a tall thing.

So yeah the first interview question he always asked potential cranberry bog harvester hires was “are you cool with spiders?”

“You’d be amazed,” he said to us, shaking his head a little, “how many guys would just straight lie. Like, you think I’m asking you that question to be cute? Nah man you’re gonna have like a hundred wolf spiders trying to climb your eyebrows, you gotta be chill, those wolf spiders are fellow employees. You really gotta be chill with spiders if you’re gonna work a cranberry harvest.”

antiocheanism

happy international workers day to the cranberry bog spiders

everythingfox

dog tired

(via)

kilgorezouzou

D E P L O Y

mgrmx

spontaneousmusicalnumber

Transcription:

Tiktok 1: What’s a mistake you learned the hard way that you can now help people to avoid?

Tiktok 2: (slowly increasing in desperation) If your coworkers watch podcasts, don’t try to have conversations with them during lunch rush, right? Today we had a crazy lunch rush. I’m over here making fuckin chicken, I’m smacking bean bags, I’m trying to get rice going, I-I’m in the zone, right?

I see one of my coworkers, they’re just staring off into the distance. Right, I come up, I’m like “Hey? Are you good cause it’s game time, we gotta make the burritos,” right? And he was like, “You know humans have two lives?”

I was like, “What?” fuckin- I stopped what I was doing I’m like “What are you talking about.” He’s like, “We don’t start our second life until we realize we only have one life to live.” And I’m like, “It’s fuckin. Saturday. I want to go home. I bought uncrustables. Can we- can we go?”

He was like, “Yeah. Also, how did we start a first language if we didn’t have a language to start with in the first place?” And I’m like, “Who are you,” right? And he’s like “Do you like podcasts?”

We didn’t get out of work on time.