Chewy has the best customer service I’ve ever encountered, staffed by kind people who have always been wonderful to speak to. Whenever I’ve had a problem, they’ve always helped me. Many times, I needed to ask for refund on something, and they always said yes—donate the item if I could.
Today, I can home to this beautiful portrait of my baby and a very sweet card of condolences. My heart is full.
If you have a pet, I highly recommend buying from them. They have good prices, and they offer discounts if you subscribe.
[ID: The first is an image of Canada and Mexico with the United States edited out that reads “Oh thank god it was just a dream”. The second image is an image of North America with all lands labelled with the names of the tribes living on them that reads “Oh thank god it was just a dream”.]
here is a REALLY detailed hq map of indigenous american nations if you’re interested (you are.)
and alaska. and hawai'i.
looks like we all talked enough shit that staff put The Community Guidelines Violating Maps™ back
now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck
just a reminder to COMPLETELY boycott Eurovision this year; Azerbaijan and Israel, despite committing genocide, are STILL allowed to compete & have NOT been banned. by refusing to ban both countries, Eurovision is profiting off of the genocide of Palestinians and Armenians.
do not listen to the artists. do not pirate or stream the artists’ music, and this applies to ALL the artists who are competing and performing this year. do not listen to the songs on ANY platform, do not give them ANY attention.
write to your broadcasters and tell them you REFUSE to watch the channels until they recognise the Armenian and Palestinian genocides & that you find it disgusting how they are allowing Eurovision despite Azerbaijan and Israel’s entries.
do NOT give eurovision OR the competing artists ANYTHING but silence.
oh my goodness, one of dian fossey’s first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badly that by the time she’d gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her: “Nearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.”
hello, fellow apes
The lead up to that sentence is gold:
[Image transcript: porch. The group had been day-nesting and sunbathing when I contacted them, but upon my approach they nervously retreated to obscure themselves behind thick foliage. Frustrated but determined to see them better, I decided to climb a tree, not one of my better talents. The tree was particularly slithery and, try as I might, no amount of puffing, pulling, gripping, or clawing succeeded in getting me more than a few feet aboveground. Disgustedly, I was about to give up when Sanwekwe came to my aid by giving one mighty boost to my protruding rump; tears were running from his eyes as he was convulsed in silent laughter. I felt as inept as a baby taking its first step. Finally able to grab on to a conveniently placed branch, I hauled myself up into a respectful semislouch position in the tree about twenty feet from the ground. By this time I naturally assumed that the combined noises of panting, cursing, and branch-breaking made during the initial climbing attempts must have frightened the group on to the next mountain. I was amazed to look around and find that the entire group had returned and were sitting like front row spectators at a sideshow. All that was needed to make the image complete were a few gorilla-sized bags of popcorn and some cotton candy! This was the first live audience I had ever had in my life and certainly the least expected.]
imagine some freakish not-a-human alien THING has shown up out of nowhere and is trying to get into your office building to study you. but it has no idea how to get past a revolving door. it tries for three hours. by the time it finally understands the concept of a revolving door and squeeze into the building everyone in the office is crowded into the lobby to watch and call helpful suggestions. it’s conclusively determined that the alien is definitely not a threat, except maybe to itself.
I know that some of you are heading off to college.
And you’re nervous.
So let me answer one question that you’re all thinking about and spare you some awkwardness and embarrassment:
You do not need to ask to use the bathroom in college.
You do not need to ask to use the bathroom in college.
YOU DO NOT NEED TO ASK TO USE THE BATHROOM IN COLLEGE.
That is all.
My favourite part of this advice is that it implies that the writer learned this the hard way.
When I was attending a sort of trade school primarily aimed at people over the age of 25, one of our instructors insisted that we ask for permission to use the restroom.
He was the only one to even attempt this, all the other instructors treated us like adults because… you know… we fucking are.
Anyway, he stopped pretty quickly once “Hey teacher, I need to take a shit!” became a frequent part of the general vocabulary…
I bet giant isopods are sooo delicious broiled in butter the whole thing is like lobster meat
This you?
Idk someone find me an isopod expert who could compare the tissue found in them to other shellfish and i will let you know but superficially Yeah Babey i will eat that bug like burger
That only applies to the tiny ones on land. The deep sea ones, which are that big, absolutely taste like crab or lobster and are in fact fished in some places. Apparently they also sometimes just get caught in lobster traps; they aren’t necessarily restricted to the abyss!
this post seems to have broken containment and if anyone’s interested in what they were telling me to stop, i found the og post with this song and was mass reblogging it at an alarming rate. ive done this multiple times but i think this was the instance i reblogged it 64 times in a row
this post seems to have broken containment and if anyone’s interested in what they were telling me to stop, i found the og post with this song and was mass reblogging it at an alarming rate. ive done this multiple times but i think this was the instance i reblogged it 64 times in a row
this post seems to have broken containment and if anyone’s interested in what they were telling me to stop, i found the og post with this song and was mass reblogging it at an alarming rate. ive done this multiple times but i think this was the instance i reblogged it 64 times in a row
this post seems to have broken containment and if anyone’s interested in what they were telling me to stop, i found the og post with this song and was mass reblogging it at an alarming rate. ive done this multiple times but i think this was the instance i reblogged it 64 times in a row
If you’ve ever been disappointed by dragonfruit, especially if you felt like it tasted like nothing, then I’m like 90% sure you had unripe dragonfruit, which tastes like nothing. There’s a small window of time where it tastes amazing. You must have the patience of a hunter. Do not strike until your prey is at its most delicious
TIPS FOR DRAGONFRUIT/PITAYA
You want PINK flesh not white flesh. It’s sweeter. Pink pitaya never done me wrong.
You want DENSE pitaya. It’s like the watermelon rules, heft them and compare weight-to-size ratios.
You want ROUND. I don’t really know why but the longer ones ain’t usually as sweet.
You want SHORT petal tips not the longer ones, this usually tells you if it’s pink on the inside or not.
Once you have caught your sessile prey you will WAIT patiently for the petals dry out, until the TIPS of the petals have started to turn BROWN
Voting for Democrats is the “leaving the house, getting some exercise, and drinking more water is good for your mental health” of societal change. Everyone keeps telling you to do it, worst of all your mom keeps telling you to do it, and it’s not a magical cure-all, but it actually works and rotting in your room shitposting does not help in either scenario.
Also like mental health, voting doesn’t solve the whole problem! But if you aren’t doing this bare minimum thing, the other tools you have aren’t going to work as well as they should either. If you get medicine and continue rotting in your room shitposting, you will probably still be miserable. If you get a union at work but don’t vote for politicians who support unions, the union won’t be able to advocate for its members as effectively and work will still be miserable.
Voting is maintenance. It’s like doing the dishes or cleaning the leaves out of the gutters. You’re never going to get to a point where you are Done and Never Have To Do It Again (alas,) because time will continue to pass and you will continue to eat meals and the trees will continue to drop leaves into your gutters and right wingers will continue to submit bad bills to every session of congress.
You’ll never be done with maintenance. But if you don’t do that maintenance, your situation can and definitely will get Worse
Finally a take on the ‘vote or else’ shit I can vibe with. It’s currently like showering with dysphoria- miserable and annoying with no real positive outcome past the current state not rapidly getting worse, but that’s better than the alternative of things rapidly getting worse
Voting for Democrats is the “leaving the house, getting some exercise, and drinking more water is good for your mental health” of societal change. Everyone keeps telling you to do it, worst of all your mom keeps telling you to do it, and it’s not a magical cure-all, but it actually works and rotting in your room shitposting does not help in either scenario.
Also like mental health, voting doesn’t solve the whole problem! But if you aren’t doing this bare minimum thing, the other tools you have aren’t going to work as well as they should either. If you get medicine and continue rotting in your room shitposting, you will probably still be miserable. If you get a union at work but don’t vote for politicians who support unions, the union won’t be able to advocate for its members as effectively and work will still be miserable.
Voting is maintenance. It’s like doing the dishes or cleaning the leaves out of the gutters. You’re never going to get to a point where you are Done and Never Have To Do It Again (alas,) because time will continue to pass and you will continue to eat meals and the trees will continue to drop leaves into your gutters and right wingers will continue to submit bad bills to every session of congress.
You’ll never be done with maintenance. But if you don’t do that maintenance, your situation can and definitely will get Worse
Finally a take on the ‘vote or else’ shit I can vibe with. It’s currently like showering with dysphoria- miserable and annoying with no real positive outcome past the current state not rapidly getting worse, but that’s better than the alternative of things rapidly getting worse
it seemed like communism was exceedingly good in all regards until one dickhead raised a litter of dogs to kill everyone who disagreed with him and became a dictator. in fact, the book goes to great lengths to luxuriate in how much more efficient and bountiful work under the collective was in comparison to the farmer.
i find it interesting that this book has long been held as the thing weiners tell you to read when you say anything about socialism or communism. like it’s supposed to change your mind. there wasn’t a subtle or gradual shift into the failure of the system caused by its own faulty construction. everything was just ruined by one cunt who had the power to instantly kill anyone, which seems like something that would cause any system to fail.
if i was on animal farm i would have killed that dickhead Napoleon in front of everyone with my teeth and it wouldnt even be hard.
You know what, fuck it. Figure skating is now my favorite sport. Unless there’s another one that will let a competitor dress up in a silly costume and do all these silly jumps and wiggles and fall on purpose, IN THE OLYMPICS, there’s no contest
I hope your god has asked for your mercy. I hope youve refused to forgive him.
i love this more and more every time i see it.
I have so much love for this person. The amount of empathy it takes to have these considerations about a person you will never meet, the eloquence and conviction with which they speak, the contempt for landlords. Sometimes I see something someone writes or creates and I wish with everything in me that I could meet and talk to that person for hours about what caused them to be this kind of light in the universe. This is one of those times.
Happy lesbian visibility week to all the lesser-visible lesbians, I’m talking about the mspec lesbians, the abro lesbians, the lesboys, the ftm lesbians, the gaybians, and any other lesbian who’s validity is constantly questioned, you are all so strong and so powerful, keep on keepin’ on, I love you!
i hate this stupid fucking video my girlfriend keeps playing it when we’re sharing comfortable moments of silence and it’s ruined by this stupid fucking orange slut getting water boarded by toothpaste
LETS GET ONE THING CLEAR, I CAN HANDLE THE SINS OF MAN ALL BY MY SELF OKAY!?
i hate this stupid fucking video my girlfriend keeps playing it when we’re sharing comfortable moments of silence and it’s ruined by this stupid fucking orange slut getting water boarded by toothpaste
LETS GET ONE THING CLEAR, I CAN HANDLE THE SINS OF MAN ALL BY MY SELF OKAY!?
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