dreamyblu:

after u watch the anaconda video

goblin-sorcerer:

Jesus Camp is a very fun documentary to watch with friends but if you watch it alone you just get scared and angry.

foie:

thecutestofthecute:

My friend saw on Animal Planet that Golden Retriever’s mouths are so soft they can carry eggs without breaking them, so she tested it. 

I am tearing up

loopyleprechaun:

I googled guinea pig with brussel sprouts and let me tell you I was not disappointed 

countingmyfeathers:

Also I don’t see enough white feminists giving credit to Nicki Minaj beyond the interview of her doing her eyeliner.  Did you guys forget that she recognized and IDed as cisgender, and recognized that vagina does not equal womanhood, when she called herself a “woman with vagina.”  And that asshole talk show host laughed and said “as opposed to a women without one?” and she gave him a the meanest look and said “yes.” We need to gif that. 

apolkadottedowl:

sasstrid-and-dorkcup:

madehimsaycomfychairs:

floacist:

iwishitwas1983:

I’m crying.

LMAOOOOOOOOO the screaming in the beginning

"mr. owl"
"oh jesus christ"
"please don’t give me that look"
"please don’t fly"

DYING omg

That owl is 30000000% done

every time this video graces me with its presence i feel obliged to reblog it

I would have loved to see his reaction if the owl had flown right back in the window.

vinegod:

Notification trolling. by Manfred Hanberg

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

oakynymph:

chelcperetti:

One day when I was fifteen I said “ma you know what’d be funny, Shrek checks.” And she remembered. She held onto that thought for five years. I opened a checking account a month ago and my mom asked me if she could order my checks so I said sure. This is what I got. Every check has a different character on it, some have donkey, some have Fiona. I’m not even mad that no one’s gonna take me seriously and my adult life is ruined. I’m just straight up impressed that my mom held onto that memory for five years and pulled this off.

"WOULD YOU LIKE TO PAY WITH CASH OR SHREK"

chicagno:

when a casual conversation with your parents turns into a lectureimage