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Call me Maybe preformed with bottles
> This is actually not terrible and fairly enjoyable.
This is actually really cool and fun and as a flute player I’m vastly impressed.
tag yourself I’m big jug man
it’s just the common believe among us all that all ppl called Kevin (or chantal) are not so intelligent humans
This prejudice originated probably from a surge in popularity of the name Kevin after the film “Home alone”.
There was an experiment in which teachers were given identical essays written by a real high school student with the only difference of the author’s name. For one group of teachers, the essay was written by a “Kevin”, for the other group by a “Maximilian”. “Kevin’s” essay was graded on average almost one mark worse than “Maximilian’s”.
In Vienna, it is now possible for bearers of the name “Kevin” to change their name for a reduced fee (50 € instead of 300 €), because “the name could lead to unacceptable disadvantages in economic or social relations”.
you go, you beautiful person. you fuckin go.
YES FUCK YES
No ok but I actually met him. Several of my colleagues and students were hired to do some assessments for several manmade and natural ponds on his property. He wanted to maintain them with several different fish populations so that kids nearby could fish and have a good time.
While we were working he rode up in his four wheeler with a terrified look on his face. I never thought I would see a former football player on the verge of tears, but boy howdy he nearly was. Several of us stop what we were doing and go over to see what was up.
“I was running the tractor through the field and almost hit a fawn.” He says.
Now, for reference, it’s pretty common to have farmers run over and kill fawns. The defense mechanism of fawns when they are young is to lay down low and not move…which obviously isn’t great for when there’s a tractor. It happens all the time, but it can be pretty bloody. It’s not a pretty sight.
So, thinking that maybe such a gory scene unnerved him and that we may have to dispose of the body, I say “Mr. Brown, is the fawn still alive?”
He says “Yes, I took it to the barn…but I’m afraid the mom won’t take it back because it has human scent on it.”
The myth about “human scent” is a common one, but it’s just that…a myth. But still, this guy was absolutely terrified that this little deer was going to live the first few weeks of its life without a parent. He was distraught.
Luckily my professor/boss was like “Don’t worry Mr. Brown, if you return the fawn relatively close to the spot that you found it, the mother will come back. The human scent thing is just a myth. The fawn will be alright, just be sure to keep the barn quiet so that the fawn doesn’t panic.”
Mr. Brown’s face lit up and he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God” he said “I was so worried.”
And that’s the story of how I met the sweetest man ever: Mr. Jason Brown.
I can’t believe this is a real story, but it’s a real story.
me getting some Irish dick: oh please don’t stop
him: aye ya loike that do ya? Wud ya loike if ah went harder? Wud ya loike that ya little sloot?
me: uh…. y…yeah….
him: whut was that?
me: uh… aye….
ive seen this now u all have to as well
Mah ayes. Dey burne.
Nothing could make me more curious about your taxidermy than this.
I need this as a t-shirt as “zoologically improbable and/or terrifying to small children” sums me up.
Finally I know what I want inscribed on my tombstone when I die.
I remember the news article, this is the lion that was removed:
THAT IS FUCKING TERRIFYING
OH MY GOD THAT IS HORRIFIC
I’M LAUGHING SO HARD OH MY GOD
I can’t remember the last time I actually laughed this hard at something on tumblr. Oh my shit.
ZOO-LOGICALLY IMPROBABLE DOESNT FUCKING COVER IT
I’ve reblogged this before, but not with the lion attached. OH GOD THAT LION
IT’S BACK WITH THE ACTUAL ANIMAL
Oh god, I recognize that lion.
It’s mentioned in Still Life:Adventures in Taxidermy by Melissa Milgrom (which I recommend).
This reminds me of that meme cat that’s like “how you feel when you’re wearing socks and step in water” that I spent 15 minutes trying to find a picture of on the internet but cannot.
JESUS FUCKING CHRISTMAS WHAT THE HELL IS THAT DEMONIC MUPPET
I’d like to thank my friend Avistew Teague for translating this!
This is so well done!
For anyone out there who is uncomfortable labeling themselves as a feminist, I ask you to take a second to read this and ask yourself if you agree with all of these points. If you do, congratulations! You’re a feminist!
And that’s a good thing! Feminists want everyone to be treated with the same dignity and respect, want everyone to have the same opportunities and chances in life, want everyone to be safe, happy and healthy, in control of their own bodies, able to access necessary healthcare and educational opportunities: to be equal.
Feminist is not a bad word.