we are a restaurant
if every one of my followers did this, we could give more than 85 meals to less-fortunate animals. for free.
AH HHA ITS BACK YES PLEASE IT TAKES A SECOND OF YOUR TIME AND A LIFE OF AN ANIMAL
This afternoon I went to a talk about structural colour in Hibiscus, during which I remembered about these Lamproderma slime moulds that also display this phenomenon (although with a different physical basis). Many species are restricted to the snow-line in montane Europe. Beautiful things.
Hairdresser: do you like it?
Me: yes thank you
*goes home and cries*
"Honesty if you just say it’s not what you wanted they will fix it. Probably for free. So just tell your stylist.
Eggsactly. Which you can figure out before you get your hair done, I’ve asked how much it would be and I got, “Oh it depends on processing and such.” Which is letting you know if it’s not what you want, they will change it, at a price. I got a flat line price before, was so upset with the outcome, and they redid it for free. It was a bleach job, too.
and I am a semicolon
begging you to go on.
Chinese: 狐狸 - fox; any of several carnivores of the dog family, especially those of the genus Vulpes, smaller than wolves, having a pointed, slightly upturned muzzle, erect ears, and a long, bushy tail.
FUCKING THANK YOU
Well that answers a question I’ve had for a while now.
Me as a plant
did you even look at the blog? that’s my reply.
Ugh nothing grosser than pig apologists.
I’d wager that morganmontemayor doesn’t actually speak to their dad at all about his job, or they live in a town of 500 people who are all white.
My mom was a cop, I grew up around cops. Let me tell you a fucking fact: cops don’t get depression over people not trusting them—they know full well that people hate them. They get depression from drunk drivers hitting kids, or teenagers dying of overdoses, or women being murdered by their husbands, or finding frozen homeless people on the street. There is a lot more to being a cop than pulling over people for broken taillights, and you witness a lot of horrible shit.
Having said that, my mom raised me not to trust the police. I was barely 6 when she told me not to make sudden movements around police, because they all have itchy trigger fingers. When I was 10, she taught me to always have my hands where I could see them and to state clearly if I have any drugs or weapons on my person before they search me. At 13, she told me I have a right to deny giving any officer any identifying information, or to search my bag. At 15, I was detained by an officer and nearly pepper sprayed, and she said I was very lucky to be white, or I could be dead right now.
Good cops are rare. 20 years ago, maybe a quarter of them were good guys. Now, I’d say 5%. Even if they were 50% of the cops out there, that means that half of them are still abusive, violent, racist, and egomaniacal. There are valid reasons why people don’t trust police, and to tell them that they should be kinder because you know maybe 10 cops and they are really nice guys is bullshit. Leave your city limits, break a law, see how well you are treated.
"Cops murder, cops lie, cops steal, cops rape, cops abuse…cops are very, very dangerous." - my mom
Holy shit that was an awesome addition to the conversation and also very scary.
1 bad cop means every cop that knows and recognizes him is a bad cop.
If there were good cops there would be no bad cops.
Toe that fucking blue line, pigs.
I dated a cop for a while, my sister was engaged to one.
The guy I dated was the most racist person I have ever met. I didn’t know this when we first started dating, he hid it for a while. Then as we got closer he slowly let things slip until I started to see he was a full blown bigot. He was also abusive, this too was gradual and only came out when we were having sex. I broke it off after he broke a mirror with my head because I refused to let him fuck me in a bathroom.
My sister’s ex fiance was also a cop. He was huge, well over six feet and big. He would get into blind drunken rages. He frequently talked about the “scum” he had to deal with, usually pointing out that the worst one’s just happened to be non-white. My sister finally left him after he broke her finger and gave her a black eye.
Think about the psychology of being a cop, I can see only two reasons why someone would choose that profession.
A genuine desire to help
A need for power and control over others.
From what I’ve seen, the amount of people that do it for the second reason far outweighs the first.
They signed up for the job
Honestly my step dad was a cop until he medically retired and they are almost always complete control freaks. They are also some of the most hateful motherfuckers out there. It’s sad. I wish we could just stop covering up for corrupt law enforcement..
I’m a tired little leaf baby waiting for spring
I want to worship the sun and float around a garden, I’ll make friends with petals and bumblebees
If you see something like this, DO NOT CALL AN EXTERMINATOR!
Call a beekeeper, they can relocate the hive instead of killing them. Bees are dying at an alarming rate, please do not contribute to that! They are so important for our ecosystem!
yo fuck this i aint gonna call no beekeeper i’m moving before i’m dead
I’m going to call an exterminator so the exterminator can kill them. I’ll be able to sleep at night knowing that there are less bees in the world.
No bees = no food.
No food = no life.
Congratulations on destroying the world.
Because you seem to not understand that bees pollinate flowers and literally bees are the reason we have food.
Did you guys even watch bee movie
you really really must call a bee keeper!
My family’s house had it’s entire attic taken over by bees one year. They slowly started appearing in the house, and then they were everywhere. We called a bee keeper, and he removed what he said was the largest domestic honeycomb/bee nest he’d ever seen. I was so terrified I’d gone to stay with a friend. My folks called me to meet the bee keeper, and he led me on the most magical journey through the house. He explained the bees were harmless if you move calmly through them and don’t swat at or harass them. He was only stung once because he accidentally put his hand down and smooshed one. The bees landed on me, walked a bit, then buzzed away. All honey combs and bees were safely removed and relocated. Call a bee keeper, they are awesome!
people who still wear swag hats need to snapback to reality