NO ONE PUTS TATER BABY IN THE CORNER

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Coworker of the cosplayer; I saw the whole thing go down. So perhaps I can clarify a few things I’ve seen brought up in other comments:

Staring into this gif ruins your brain...

#1 reason this will never happen:

My sister-in-law is interning as a pharmacist now in her last year of college and when faced with the following “math” problem - “If a patient needs to take 3 pills a day for 30 days, how many pills does he need to take home?” - realized only 2 other of her 20 fellow interns could do it. Then one of them told her “I…

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Between this and the Trump/Pence logo, I am now convinced that there is a maybe not-so-small group of Republican operatives secretly trying to bring down Trump from the inside.

YES, STEPHEN, YES.

The other day at a barbeque my husband’s cousin was talking about the election and he was just like, “Yeah I won’t vote Republican but I just really hate Hillary. I mean you can just tell she WANTS to be President and thinks she’d be good at it. Such a bitch.”

I’ll consider that another point for “Fat Bird Theory.”

This is one of my favorite things ever. It’s a hummingbird chirp slowed way, way down, and it sounds exactly like what you might hear in the Cretaceous before you were run down by a sickle-toed demon. Awesome shit.

I know nothing about the books or the show, but this image screams “Sexy Gender-Swapped LotR Fanfic.” “‘Oh, Mistress Froda,’ Samwise cried.”

Isn’t this the point of the game? Go to real-life locations, find some pokemon or trainer, fight them, and the winner gets the loser’s pokemon and wallet? I mean, that’s how I’ve been playing. I nailed an 8 year old in the knee with a tire iron for a sweet Jigglypuff and some pogs.

When I was 10 my family moved onto like a huge four acre property. We didn’t have a dog, but we had cats. I really wanted a dog. My family getting tired of trying to keep up with the lawn maintenance on four acres of land, did what any sensible human being would do and bought a goat and lamb. I was given the duty to…

For myself I dunno. Growing up I had a friend who was a vet and he had both a goat and a terrier. The terrier broke into his hatchery one night and murdered all the chickens. The goat broke in and ate all his tax forms. I know he loved that goat until it's dying day.

Challenger Explosion. Watched it live in kindergarten. When my teacher, Mrs. Hendrickson burst into tears, I knew some shit had gone down.