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natural defenses
Jul. 12th, 2016 06:59 pmI don't visit the main page on Facebook because it always causes my browser to throw a fit by reloading every open page and reloading every open page at once tends to cause my browser to throw further fits so Facebook is spamming my inbox with people updating their status. Not telling me what the status is, just informing me that they updated their status. Also, it reminds me every half-day that I have so and so status updates and even a few event invites and pokes. Take Sophie Atlas, for instance. Asking Al would require that I run into him. Asking Katie about them would require that it become socially acceptable to communicate with people outside of your social circle once again.
Facebook will continue turning friend circles into an archipelago without me.
There was a yellow (Colias sp.) hanging out in the doorway so I got a cup and a sticky note and caught it and sent it on its merry way. I feel like they're not as ubiquitous as whites (Pieris sp.) and they're yellower than whites.
Sarah and Emily both found alternate names for animals and drunk god inventing animals. Snakes are danger noodles, raccoons are trash pandas, bears are danger floofs, lop-eared bunnies are booplesnoots, otters are sea catsnakes, hippos are danger water cows, and cats are assholes. As for God making alcohol, God then made evil bags, said to raccoons if they wanted to be old timey burglars or trash diggers and then decided they should be both, tye dye chickens that scream actual words at you, put a needle on bees' butts and made their puke delicious, made a sock that's angry all the time, gave octopuses weird floppy arms with suction cup things because an angel told him he was out of bones.
And then God invented the dog and it was perfect.
But then forgot to make them immortal. Whoops.
They need to discover deep sea fish. Gulpers are pac men with tails that can unhinge their jaws. Sea cucumbers invert themselves. Male seahorses carry the eggs with them. Blobfish are blobfish. Vampire squids squirt a cloud of luminous goo instead of ink.
Probably Taylor but definitely not Stephanie or Anna or Luci or Sarah or Emily said that she wishes she could have so much money that she could just donate money to places that impress her. Me, if I had that much money, I'd either devote my entire life to animals and art or I'd just give money to places and they won't need to impress me. I also think that we should leave things unfinished for donors and apologize because things aren't quite as finished as we want them to be but maybe if we had a bit more resources and wink a few times.
I met a dachshund named Emily. You want to know what's weird? If I type daschhund, the suggested words include distend and not the actual spelling for dachshund I was looking for in the first place.
Sarah wants to live someplace diverse. Her mother grew up in a village on the Chinese side of the China-Russia border, where she would never see anyone who wasn't Chinese and tourists didn't visit.
She knows the name but I don't remember it. It's the Chinese equivalent of Leavittsburg or Gallipolis, which doesn't mean city of chickens but it would make more sense if it did. It's either in Heilongjiang or Inner Mongolia or possibly Jilin.
A baby skunk excreted out or vomited out something that may have been curdled formula. Tiffany asked if Sarah could draw a picture of it. She says that no one will leave here without smelling of skunk.
"Weird plasma goop" is how Matt describes heated baby food. You shouldn't feel the temperature when giving that shit to a snake. This is so much more elegant than forcing pinkie mice down their esophagus. The snake will hate you afterward. In the wild, they eat insects when they're that young.
You spay a fish by tying its tubes shut.
"Give them a life vest and little floaties so they don't drown" says Emily.
They got some perfume for the raccoons. The raccoons fine with bear scent because they're in a group but the gray fox will shit himself. Nay, he likes salmon oil, in his food and on Sarah's boots. Jack can still not be fucked to take a picture of it.
Lauren and Liz think that if they could be any animal at the wildlife center, they'd be raccoons because they get all that neat stuff to play with outside. Two of the raccoons were trying to get into one of the hammocks. Lauren has a maltipug dog named Lulu. Or whatever kind of pug mix dog named Lulu.
Lauren has a sun/crescent moon with four large spikes and four small spikes and and spirals between the spikes, drawn on her hand with henna.
Luci and Anna are two of three fraternal triplets.
Priti treats all snakes that aren't garter snakes like they were potentially dangerous.
Emily says that garter snake musk is the worst animal scent.
I can't believe the myth about daddy longlegs (order opiliones) having really powerful venom but fangs that can't penetrate the skin persists. Daddy longlegs don't have venom at all. This urban legend has been around since the 20th century.
burning question: why are people on Democratic Underground linking to Steven Crowder?
Facebook will continue turning friend circles into an archipelago without me.
There was a yellow (Colias sp.) hanging out in the doorway so I got a cup and a sticky note and caught it and sent it on its merry way. I feel like they're not as ubiquitous as whites (Pieris sp.) and they're yellower than whites.
Sarah and Emily both found alternate names for animals and drunk god inventing animals. Snakes are danger noodles, raccoons are trash pandas, bears are danger floofs, lop-eared bunnies are booplesnoots, otters are sea catsnakes, hippos are danger water cows, and cats are assholes. As for God making alcohol, God then made evil bags, said to raccoons if they wanted to be old timey burglars or trash diggers and then decided they should be both, tye dye chickens that scream actual words at you, put a needle on bees' butts and made their puke delicious, made a sock that's angry all the time, gave octopuses weird floppy arms with suction cup things because an angel told him he was out of bones.
And then God invented the dog and it was perfect.
But then forgot to make them immortal. Whoops.
They need to discover deep sea fish. Gulpers are pac men with tails that can unhinge their jaws. Sea cucumbers invert themselves. Male seahorses carry the eggs with them. Blobfish are blobfish. Vampire squids squirt a cloud of luminous goo instead of ink.
Probably Taylor but definitely not Stephanie or Anna or Luci or Sarah or Emily said that she wishes she could have so much money that she could just donate money to places that impress her. Me, if I had that much money, I'd either devote my entire life to animals and art or I'd just give money to places and they won't need to impress me. I also think that we should leave things unfinished for donors and apologize because things aren't quite as finished as we want them to be but maybe if we had a bit more resources and wink a few times.
I met a dachshund named Emily. You want to know what's weird? If I type daschhund, the suggested words include distend and not the actual spelling for dachshund I was looking for in the first place.
Sarah wants to live someplace diverse. Her mother grew up in a village on the Chinese side of the China-Russia border, where she would never see anyone who wasn't Chinese and tourists didn't visit.
She knows the name but I don't remember it. It's the Chinese equivalent of Leavittsburg or Gallipolis, which doesn't mean city of chickens but it would make more sense if it did. It's either in Heilongjiang or Inner Mongolia or possibly Jilin.
A baby skunk excreted out or vomited out something that may have been curdled formula. Tiffany asked if Sarah could draw a picture of it. She says that no one will leave here without smelling of skunk.
"Weird plasma goop" is how Matt describes heated baby food. You shouldn't feel the temperature when giving that shit to a snake. This is so much more elegant than forcing pinkie mice down their esophagus. The snake will hate you afterward. In the wild, they eat insects when they're that young.
You spay a fish by tying its tubes shut.
"Give them a life vest and little floaties so they don't drown" says Emily.
They got some perfume for the raccoons. The raccoons fine with bear scent because they're in a group but the gray fox will shit himself. Nay, he likes salmon oil, in his food and on Sarah's boots. Jack can still not be fucked to take a picture of it.
Lauren and Liz think that if they could be any animal at the wildlife center, they'd be raccoons because they get all that neat stuff to play with outside. Two of the raccoons were trying to get into one of the hammocks. Lauren has a maltipug dog named Lulu. Or whatever kind of pug mix dog named Lulu.
Lauren has a sun/crescent moon with four large spikes and four small spikes and and spirals between the spikes, drawn on her hand with henna.
Luci and Anna are two of three fraternal triplets.
Priti treats all snakes that aren't garter snakes like they were potentially dangerous.
Emily says that garter snake musk is the worst animal scent.
I can't believe the myth about daddy longlegs (order opiliones) having really powerful venom but fangs that can't penetrate the skin persists. Daddy longlegs don't have venom at all. This urban legend has been around since the 20th century.
burning question: why are people on Democratic Underground linking to Steven Crowder?
