Fairy godmother cranes guide their confused gator godchild back into pond
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Love Begins
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Fairy godmother cranes guide their confused gator godchild back into pond
Guess they won't mind if you hit them from behind
Wii Sports soundtrack on white vinyl
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Just married couple in front of their burning car - photographer unknown
I looked up the original photo because I was wondering why the groom had no toes and was convinced this might be AI generated, but no. This is a real photo, but in the original the groom is wearing shoes. OP did you photoshop this image (badly) to make the groom barefoot???…
Time is relative
updated for our modern times
A dirty joke from the 1400s...
In Florence, a young woman, somewhat of a simpleton, was on the point of delivering a baby. She had long been enduring acute pain, and the midwife, candle in hand, inspected her secret area, in order to ascertain if the child was coming. “Look also on the other side,” said the poor creature, “my husband has sometimes taken that road.”
From “The Facetiae Or Jocose Tales of Poggio”, a joke book published in the 1400’s by Poggio Bracciolini.
washers, dryers, microwaves, and more - they all should have a 'random' setting. surprise me!
Take me back to before the Great Recession, when the girl sitting in front of the overflowed class with the starry-eyed eyes and the everlasting words did her homework better. Let me feel that time when each day was repetition capitalized and paralyzed and it was fine and just and right. Let me know that the wars were on and they were on and on and on, but we regulated it; we stored it away nicely. Take me back to the swing sets after school, the first cell phone kind of year, the ravishingly-wonderfully watchable episodes of Deal or No Deal. Take me back to strolls in the nature preserve with my eighth grade class, wondering how it was relevant but reveling in its wonder. Take me back to not minding the weekday but getting the most out of the weekend. Take me back to petting zoos and homemade grilled cheese and sleeping in and waking up. Put me in that year, drop me in that season of the century, close and lock the door, and let time cease cease cease until I am at peace once more.