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kaydeefalls

When your hamster shoves an entire stick of zucchini in his cheek and then goes about his day. 🤣

rattle-my-stars

frnkieroismydaddy

“He’s not going to fit that in his cheek.”

“Oh, he’s chewing it, it’ll be smaller.”

“He can’t possibly-”

“shit, I guess he can.”

#pets

catasters

recklesslyinfatuated

You’ll never convince me that this wasn’t a carefully calculated plan.

meadow-call

#cats #animals

spaceshipsandpurpledrank

jaubaius

Changeover🔊

alexaloraetheris

First, you think the bird is a fool.

They you realize the bird is smarter than you and actually checked first.

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Source: Mehdi Alibeygi

hyperfixations-and-brainrot-dea

Captioned TikToks: potato donuts (B. Dylan Hollis)

MasterList

#food

dankmemeuniversity

necromanticowboy

As I recall it his goals were actually super understandable.

His road had way too much traffic to the point he couldn’t leave his apartment (plus I believe that bridge was single lane)

All the traffic and accidents pissed him off so he started hauling phones around in a wagon. The slow speed and high concentration told the algorithms that traffic was horrible and everyone’s maps routed them away to better more appropriate routes.

If you live around there you know it’s fine, but everyone passing through stays on the main roads now.

bard-owl

southernsideofme-deactivated201

Super Dad

englishable

Conclusion: human evolution has always depended in part upon some unassuming father’s ability to literally backflip his child out of the jaws of death.

this video is wild

animated one of funnywes’ videos, her voicework below:

spaceshipsandpurpledrank

time-travel-toke-up

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cheeseanonioncrisps

God, I remember when I started sixth form (last two years of high school in the UK, seen as a more university style learning environment) and the teachers kept complaining about how quiet we were during lessons.

We wouldn’t talk. They’d tell us to do something and we’d just sit there quietly and do it, until eventually they just said “hey, guys, it’s okay to chat while you work!” and then everybody would start talking.

One teacher described it as creepy.

And I just remember thinking, what the fuck did they expect to happen? We’d all been taught from the age of four or five onwards that talking in class was bad. That if we did it, we’d be told off, or punished, or in some instances maybe the entire class would be punished along with us, just to make sure we really got the idea. It was a whole thing.

But now, because we were sixth-formers and therefore ‘grown ups’, we were suddenly expected to flip a switch and be able to talk as much as we liked? The whole reason we were in sixth-form was because we had worked hard, done well at school, and generally followed the rules— but still the teachers couldn’t understand why we didn’t just talk to each other.

Now I’m at uni, and seminar tutors are having a similar problem. People will talk in seminars, but a lot of them will insist on raising their hands and waiting to be called upon first. “Don’t put your hands up, just shout at me!” the guy keeps saying. But they keep doing it anyway.

Like, I really don’t know how to tell these people that you can’t train somebody to act in one way for over half their lives, and then suddenly expect them to start acting differently just because the expectations have changed.