Faith,

Please do not stop posting these. Please do not dump all of them into a single post.

You must continue to give us a steady trickle of these emails.

Please, Faith, continue at this pace, and then at the end give us a single post containing all of them, as a recap, in case we missed one.

Thank you, Faith

I’m fully aware that orangutans aren’t our closest relatives, and that our of Asia is pretty well debunked… But I swear to God, every time I see one of them fuckers I think “hello, grandfather! Teach me the ways of the forest!” Lol. I feel a kinship to them that I just don’t with other great apes (except maybe bonobos), and it makes me wish they were our closest relatives. … And also that I had some kind of scifi helmet I could give them to make them smarter and give them language so they could tell us to fuck off and leave their habitats alone

Okay, please someone explain this video to me. Is samir blind? Is this like, a test, to see if a blind man can drive with a navigator? Why is there a navigator telling him about medium lefts? Should a driver not be able to see a medium left coming up? What is happening here?

We think alike lol

My blog (terribly, terribly neglected) was called Aum My God, as it was about Dharma and related ideas

That is fucking genius

I wish I had musical talent, I’d love to form the band So Called Christians. We would do a fantastic cover of Freaker’s Ball

It would be fucking glorious

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Now, I’m aware that I’m on the science memes comm right now, and that you’re all much smarter and more enlightened and mature and shit.

But that dudes name is hitler and not one of you has said a word about it, and I find that very disappointing.

In fact, we know that they did wear adorable hats made from compostable materials. It’s just that the hats were extremely valuable, and so whenever we find dead dinos without their hats it is likely because of grave robbing, or potentially even that they were murdered for their hats. Held at claw point, and marched into the tar pits, all for the hats so they proudly wore.

Source: visions

God, I wish I was the type of person who could afford to leave my town, much less my country. :/

Seconding the other person. I am deeply curious about learning about Cuba, whether you currently live there or not. I understand if you don’t want to talk openly because of flame wars in comment sections, but I’d love to DM, or move the conversation to a different community if needed.

I once dreamt that a house in my neighborhood was used as a filming location for a movie, and that whoopie Goldberg was in it. When the movie was over, she had developed agoraphobia, and could not bring herself to leave. I took care of her, along with her sister, and eventually married her. We were married for 35 years. I know this sounds insane, but I swear to you, it lasted 35 years in that dream, for years, I could remember it like a second life. When I woke up I grieved.

I was 11 years old, and 2 years later we moved into that same house.

There was also the much less cool dream I had in early 2001, where we took a trip to NYC, and when we got to this big bridge, soldiers made us turn around, and the air was filled with ash and smoke, and the soldier told us “New York is closed”

At the time I kept a dream journal and wrote that one down. No one believed me when 9/11 happened until I showed my parents the journal

Patently false. After the probe, I knew for certain those beings were positively angelic. I’ve never felt such things. I heard choirs singing

This is why I say a much more interesting question is what came first, the chicken or the chicken egg?

It entirely depends on your definition of a chicken egg. Is a chicken egg an egg that hatches a chicken, or an egg that is laid by a chicken? If it is an egg that hatches a chicken then the chicken egg came first, but if it is an egg that is laid by a chicken then the chicken came first

Hail the all-knowing pooch!

I love her little third eye! She sees all, she knows all!

I genuinely thought that was digital. It’s amazingly consistent, and extremely legible and readable. Good job!

But because I thought it was digital for a second (and I just woke up), I didn’t realize it was a handwriting exercise, and was trying to figure out what this poem could possibly mean for a minute. Lmao

I genuinely thought that was digital. It’s amazingly consistent, and extremely legible and readable. Good job!

But because I thought it was digital for a second (and I just woke up), I didn’t realize it was a handwriting exercise, and was trying to figure out what this poem could possibly mean for a minute. Lmao

When I was a kid, about 10 or so, I had a basset hound named Amy. She was amazing. Everyone loved her. Total neighborhood dog that everyone in the neighborhood felt like was their baby, too.

We also had a bully named Travis who was an awful little shit. We all generally avoided him, even when he would throw shit at us or hit us.

My friend Hailey was super nonconfrontational. But when Travis intentionally ran over Amy with his bike, Hailey ran after him on foot, managed to catch him as he peddled his dark and stinking heart out, ripped him off his bike by his hair, tore the chain guard off of his bike, and beat him so badly with that by the time the rest of us had caught up to the two of them to pull Hailey off or Travis she had broken his nose, gashed his arm, and broken two of her own fingers, presumably on his face.

Travis never fucked with our dog again

I love this comment chain so much. You have not linked anything now. Lmao