My sister volunteers at the local animal shelter, which recently rescued an astounding fifty-one guinea pigs from a hoarder. Obviously, they're pretty overwhelmed with this, so my sister agreed to foster two of them. Now this animal shelter has a practice of giving its animals seemingly random names, like words they just pulled out of a hat or perhaps a box of magnet poetry. This particular batch of guinea pigs they decided to name after office supplies, and the result of all this is that we are now fostering two guinea pigs named Business Card and Filing Cabinet.
One of the most memorable speeches I've ever heard was given at my beloved's graduation. They attended a pretty crunchy school natural medicine. They went for acupuncture but they also had many degrees including nutrition, naturopathic medicine, and most importantly to this story: midwifery.
The common consensus across campus was that the midwives operated on their own frequency which is a nice way to say they were usually really weird, even by the standards of a pretty alternative crowd of people. Not weird in a bad way. But weird nonetheless. They straddled the boundary between life and death and it changed them.
I had never experienced a midwife before the ceremony which is why I didn't think anything of the fact that a midwife stepped up to give the graduation speech. My friends nearby had a stir of repressed amusement and elbowing each other which did puzzle me slightly.
The speech began as a story, which I heartily approved of. The midwife related an experience in which a woman told her that during her first birth she had screamed too much and used up her energy in that instead of pushing and the midwife, to the collective masses assembled to watch a solemn ceremony, said, "I told her this time she would need to scream with her vagina."
The audience was slightly stunned by this, myself included. I scanned the crowd to see dropped jaws and wide eyes. It was such a bold statement to make in an academic setting and no one quite knew what to make of it.
The midwife continued unperturbed.
She related that many dads didn't know what to do during the birthing process and that this particular dad chose to chant over and over, "You're gonna be huge, you're gonna be huge," as his wife screamed with her vagina to birth their child. The midwife mused that she didn't know if he was talking to their child or his wife or if he even registered what he was saying in that moment.
Then the subject strayed toward how the student body had strained and striven toward this goal, this endgame that was the result of sleepless nights, hard work, and camaraderie. The speech seemed to have moved onto more solid ground and traditional graduation reminiscences. The crowd settled, thinking the worst had passed.
But as the midwife wrapped up she said, "As you go forth into the world, pushed out by this noble institution to help the masses, just remember one thing," she paused and the audience held their breath while the beat drew out before she finally whispered:
"You're gonna be huge."
There was a roar of astonished laughter as her speech neatly tied their graduation into a metaphor for being birthed unto the world and we finally understood the point of her anecdote.
The speech lives in infamy in all our collective memories. Years later my beloved's dad will still be like, "Remember that bizarre graduation speech?"
And it was. It was bizarre. But I'll say this. I've attended a lot of graduations, and I don't remember any of the speeches half so well as I do that one.
Did you ever work in customer service? You give off been-in-the-trenches-and-are-better-for-it vibes.
Hi, this is slightly unhinged, but thank you!!
Now you're going to get the story of how I was offered a job on the spot for the first ever position I ever interviewed for (which was, indeed, customer service).
Okay, so, I'm 15, my birthday is in two days, and HEB (Texas grocery store) is hiring baggers for $7 an hour and cashiers for a whole whopping $10 an hour. Cashiers have to have prior experience OR have to work as a bagger for a year first. But I am full of teenage verve and I want that cashier position. I want it now.
I show up on my motorcycle, so I'm in my "professional" outfit but carrying my helmet when I enter the hiring manager's office, which really sets the tone for how things proceed.
The interviewer is like, "how old are you?" and babyface mcgee me, five foot tall and all of 90lbs says, "Fifteen. But I'm sixteen in two days."
And he's like, "...we can't hire you if you're fifteen."
And I'm like, "bet, but you can get the paperwork started now, yeah?"
fine. fine. fine. Fine. fine. FINE.
I am watching dungeon meshi.
everyone else: this sucks. this sucks and I am hungry and we have no money or food. I am so so so hungry. I would eat anything
man who has been waiting his entire fucking life for this: I have an idea,
between senshi and chilchuck, I am not sure which one is more divorced
racism :(
pokemon sword :)
hey sorry about what happened today. it must have really been hard on you, like losing a family member. I made soap out of your beloved dead horse so will you🤢please wash your 🤢 nasty fucking 🤢beard 🤢
ah. my shoelaces are untied. how nostalgic. this reminds me of falin...she was always the best at tying my shoes
every time marcille uses magic she destroys the world of another dogshit isekai anime. like and subscribe to help her kill them faster
oh noooooo :) found out somebody broke the lawwww :) ohh noooo this is going to get interesting :) wow I wonder what is going to happen next
these strange people are pulling each other's hair out about autism now.
soooo does anyone have a camera, or
WHY CAN LAIOS BARK
*breaks down your front door*
THEY LET ME MILK A FUCKING MINOTAUR
me drowning in a lake while my friend, 11th century french rabbi and prolific scriptural commentator Schlomo "Rashi" Yitzchaki (zy"a) stands nearby: help im drowing help me rashi
Schlomo "Rashi" Yitzchaki (zy"a): "drowing" is likely a scribal error for "drowning." "im drow[n]ing" is to say: my lungs have become filled with water, and i am struggling to breathe. "help" once followed by "help me" a second time: the first [help] is directed to the Holy One, blessed be He, and means: "may He help us by swiftly delivering the World to Come;" the second (i.e., "help me") is to invoke direct assistance in this world, spoken as if to a personal friend. the meaning of "rashi" here is unclear.
Why would you ever go to a lake with Rashi when everyone knows he has his own font?
Sh tk my fckng vwls n th dvrc
this tiktok fills me with an indescribable emotion. the doll collection. the porcelain pig. the completely beige decor. the completely beige person. the fact that they absolutely cannot twerk. the fact that none of these songs are remotely twerkable. the concept of even twerking to dominique. i cant do this i must point out once more that this person absolutely cannot fucking twerk this shit is all back no ass in their fucking beige ass khakis they have like negative twerking abilities. this is driving me insane i am running up the walls over this
you cant even begin poems with "i will sodomise and facef uck you" anymore. because of woke .
playing erdtree with my pal we get invaded by someone named "Drip Inspector" and im like "waitwaitwait. ok lets just pose leaning back to back and wait for them to show up maybe our outfits will be so good they wont kill us"
so we wait until they show up and then they get reaaaal close to us . and then pull out their telescope and start circling around us and zooming in for a good 30 seconds. then they clap, use the "wonderful" and "youre beautiful" prattling pates, and jump off a cliff. invader vanquished
Submitter comment: I'd like to submit this '[s]tudy of defensive behavior of a venomous snake as a new approach to understand snakebite' not for it's topic (worth studying!) but for it's insane methodology, which... well, I'll just let the researcher speak for himself:
[Q: Why did you decide to do this experiment?
A: Snake behavior has been generally neglected as a field of research, especially in Brazil. And most studies don’t examine what factors make them want to bite. If you study malaria, you can research the parasite that causes the disease—but if you don’t study the mosquito that carries it, you will never solve the problem. Up until now, the popular wisdom was that the jararaca would only attack if you touched it or stepped on it. But that was not what we found.
Q: Why did you need to be the victim?
A: The best way to do this research is to put snakes and a human together. In this case, the human was me. We put the snakes inside a ring on the floor of our lab until they got used to it, then I stepped in wearing special protective boots. I stepped close to the snake and also lightly on top of it. I didn’t put my whole weight on my foot, so I did not hurt the snakes. I tested 116 animals and stepped 30 times on every animal, totaling 40,480 steps.]
From the recent (aptly named) interview: Researcher steps on deadly vipers 40,000 times to better predict snakebites
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
I have a habit of eating cheese at 2 am and a partner from wisconsin who is not awake at 2 am but will be almost awake when I get back into bed with said cheese
that is to say I have a habit of feeding my nearly unconscious parter cheese at 2 am and having to tell them that’s why their mouth tasted bad when they woke up
[Video description: A two part video of a challenge and response. The video starts with a conventionally attractive young white woman. A white line moves from the top of the screen downwards, across her face, as seen in many videos showing the before and after effects of video filters. However, the line pauses and the viewer realizes it is not a video filter effect, it’s a piece of white string that the woman is moving herself using her hands off camera. She grabs the center of the string with her tongue, and, using only her mouth, ties it in a knot. This particular party trick, plus her deliberately seductive expression, is meant to imply that she is unusually talented at giving oral sex. She ends her video with a challenging face, as if daring the viewer to do better.
The video cuts to someone who has taken up the challenge. This time it’s an old grandmother, with lovely deep wrinkles. She starts her video the same with moving the string across her face and grabbing it in her mouth. She begins to move her mouth around with a look of deep concentration. The video cuts to imply that time has passed. The grandmother pulls the center of her string out of her mouth to show off her results. It looks like a surprisingly large tangled mess. She keeps pulling and unfolds it to reveal that it’s actually an entire crocheted doily that she had stuffed into her mouth. She gives a wheezing little laugh at her own joke. End ID. /]
oh, ok, i see how it is. you “want me to make more noise in bed” but the second i pull out the bagpipes i’m “not taking this seriously”
normal day in tf2 casual
I'm so sorry you're hurting yourself like this. You're clearly an autistic young woman. I hope you get the help you need ❤️
thank you so much!! i really needed this encouragement. it means so much to hear you call me a woman, especially since im a cisgender male.
i will get the help i need! ill look into hormone replacement therapy and become the beautiful autistic young woman you see inside me!!
btw these are the pictures i posted of myself earlier today. presumably this is what made the terf look at me and think “oh so thats a transguy who doesnt pass well” what are you even ON
jokes on that terf i WAS an autistic young woman
how can you eat the fried hearts of something that once was alive and had a beating heart? do you feel any guilt? i hope you do.
please google what an artichoke is