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leave your laundry on the floor for them

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Heilung by Yuri Hill

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by Valère Bernard

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By far one of the DOPEST sheds found. This pic is very telling and shows sometimes the predator underestimates the prey; inevitably paying the ultimate cost. I can imagine seeing this buck stroll about with a rotting carcass hanging until it shed that late winter/early spring. Imagine all the doe loving it missed out on spooking the ladies with a predator puppet adorned its crown. (SRC: Urban Outdoorsman on FB.)

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falling out of place

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Source: Pinterest

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Ralph McQuarrie concept art for *BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED (1987).

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The Google Cultural Institute documents the world’s art and other cultural treasures. At the California Academy of Sciences in San Francisco, Google workers took a series of photos of these skulls (and over 200 others), and stitched the photos together so that you can view them at any angle.

EDIT: They moved the gallery to this link.

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..may this joke land with y’all the same way it did for my sister and I lol

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If you ever question the depths of depravity available to you in Skyrim please refer to this story;

I am unable to finish the Thieves Guild quest because I accidentally killed an essential quest npc. Erikur in Solitude, you probably know him because his sister wont shut up about it. Erikur was the last quest giver I needed to become the master of the Thieves Guild. He is suppose to be essential, as in he cannot be killed ever because important npc is important. 

‘So where is he?’ I hear you asking.

He is gone. 

Gone into my characters tummy. You see, I was fooling around with the glorious weapon that is the Wabbajack and happened to turn Erikur into a sweetroll….and then I ate him. I ate Erikur. He’s gone forever. Into my tummy. 

I glitched out a main questline because I turned a man into a sweetroll and then I c o n s u m e d  h i m.

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The most depressing part is that I’m beginning to heal from losing you.

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I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh…hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????

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I'm NOT gonna say it again

SEASONINGS include herbs and spices, along with minerals and chemicals used to season food!!!! Salt, citric acid, and MSG, are all examples of seasonings that are NOT herbs or spices!

HERBS are flavorful leaves. Only. Leaves. Doesn't matter if its dried, fresh, whole, or ground, if it is a leaf, it is an herb

SPICES are flavorful parts of plants that are NOT LEAVES. These include seeds, berries, stems, bark, roots, flowers, buds... NOT LEAVES

THANK YOU

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What a terrific friend, I had.

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I think it was six days later, the following weekend, when I decided to go see about adopting him. I had just bought a used toyota 4runner for taking to the road, and I was ready to go get my road buddy. The first thing I really did with that car was drive out forty-five minutes or so to the shelter. I walked in, excited to get him in the car, only to find out he was gone. The group there didn't have him anymore, he'd been picked up. My heart sank in that way it does when you get excited for something new, only for it to be pulled away at the last minute. But I decided to inquire a little further and ask about the adoption, and they said he wasn't adopted, but rather had been taken to a different shelter. I guess that's a thing they do, maybe if they're not getting picked they cycle to a different location where they might have a better chance? Either way, I was reinvigored by this, and asked what shelter. It turned out to be a place about five minutes down the road from my house, so I felt pretty stupid for driving all the way to Penney Farms without calling ahead first.

So I sped off to the address they'd given me, a smaller facility called the Safe Animal Shelter. When I came in asking for him, they said they had him right around the corner, and I could go and see him after I started the initial paperwork. They didn't want me to take him home just yet, because I informed them that there was another dog in my home, and they preferred that we bring the dog up to meet, to see if they'll blend safely. So I filled out the application forms, and was taken to a hallway with my dog to be. He was in a kennel on the bottom row of a wall of them, and when he saw me, his curly little tail took off wagging. It turned out he'd been tossed around between shelters for a couple of months, so when he saw a face he had actually seen before, he must have been excited for even the slightest familiarity. The guy (volunteer? Vet tech? I'm not sure what his position was) who had brought me back, left me with him in the kennel, to visit with him while he processed the papers. I knelt down in front of the kennel towards the happy little face with the beaming brown eyes. When I leaned in close to the bars to say hello, though, his little face turned to a snarl of bared teeth as he started barking ferociously at me, with much more volume and resonance than I expected from a dog of his size. I was mortified, I thought, This dog that I'm so excited about absolutely hates me, and I don't know what I did.

I thought about just leaving, thought that it was all a huge mistake, and I should never have tried again with dogs. But I took a moment to breathe, talk myself down, and realized that I probably came on too strong towards his face, and maybe he had some history that made him averse to that sort of contact. He barked for a few more seconds before settling down, and the man that left me with him returned and said I could come back tomorrow with the other dog and see how they did together. And so I did, I came back with my parents, siblings, and my brother's dog, a little black pug named Lacey, and he ignored her pretty much as he had ignored me when we first met. The shelter was satisfied with a lack of hostility, though, and one hundred fifty dollars later, he was my dog. He was as happy to see me that day as he was the previous, but I was wise enough to stay away from his face that time.

The second thing I learned about him, after his insecurity, was his love of car rides. He rode shotgun, standing in the seat with his head out of the partially open window almost the whole ride home. I hit the jackpot, he really was going to be a great road buddy.

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May 16th, 2020

I lost a best friend yesterday.

I don’t think I’ve written much about him before, and that feels like a sin now that weighs on my soul like no other. He was sweet, intelligent, stubborn, and a little insecure, and he was my friend.

Adi was very sick at the end, but first and foremost, he was an unforgettable dog and traveling companion. When I adopted him from the shelter, he had a lot of trust issues; he didn’t like being handled, or touched unexpectedly, and he got very anxious about people running in his vicinity. At first I thought he just hated kids, but it was the running and the grabbing that bugged him, two things that are very prolific among children. I found out he was so insecure before I even took him home. The first time I saw him was at a promotional booth for a shelter at the local fall festival in Orange Park, in October of 2014. He was decidedly aloof and too good for everyone there. I was infatuated with him almost immediately, he was such a prettyboy, but he didn’t pay me any mind at all, until they said I could take him for a short walk to see how he did. The group from the shelter had little info on him, only that his previous owner had died. They were calling him “Scooter” but that wasn’t his original name. I had lost my beagle, Penny, only a few months prior, and wasn’t sure if I was ready for another dog, but I was playing with the idea of a companion for my plans to go traveling the country in my car. He was small, maybe two foot tall at most, and I thought he might fit that role. Still, I was unsure, and decided to give myself a few days to think about it, after getting the shelter’s information.