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blein:

sO my friend’s dog died and she lives in new york city and so she had to take it to the vet by the subway and she put the dead dog in the suitcase on the subway and it was a pretty big dog and some dude saw that she was struggling with the suitcase so he asked if she needed help with it and he said do you mind me asking what’s in it and she didnt want to say a dead dog so shE SAID IT WAS A BUNCH OF LAPTOPS SO HE TOOK THE SUITCASE AND RAN AND I JUST 

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I had to take this class that is required for P.E majors since Sports Psychology was cut because of budgets. I really wish I did not have to take it.  It was so hard trying to understand what the teacher wanted.  I had to learn all the different Master plans for San Diego’s future construction sites that would increase sidewalks and bike lanes. I also had to learn all the areas in San Diego county that had the best areas to walk or bike at according to crime, hills, traffic, schools, blah, blah, blah…..

Oh and let’s not forget memorizing all the damn bull crap that people presented on in class that would be on the test.

I thought I was going to fail the exam. I was so bummed out yesterday and today, thinking that I failed that class and I would have to take it again…..

But I got an A.  Now I can be stress free till tomorrow.

ewok-gia:

Anatomical ceramic sculptures by Maria Garcia-Ibáñez

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beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
maegankatherine:

blooms in Oregon.
echidna-boy:

echidna-boy:

So you know how there’s that post saying how people should invent birth control for men? (Take bullets out of a gun, not put on a bullet proof best) Well here it is. If some of you had actually researched it for like, 5mins, you would’ve actually found it.
Here’s the link:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mobileweb/2012/04/03/male-birth-control-reversible_n_1400708.html
To put it simply, the whole procedure takes about 15mins and lasts 10 years with a 100% success rate.
After an anesthetic, there’s an injection of some sperm-killing gel (Vasal Gel) into the male vas deferens. If the guy wants it reversed, he can get another shot which does that.
So, spread the word or something, but here it is.

How this post hasn’t gone viral by now is fucking beyond me.