We might be getting more Sgt. Leo Barnes in the Purge 3... if you can believe the rumors... #p3
The Purge 2: Still Purgin’
Yes, this was clearly the most improbable part of a movie featuring a 90 year old super-soldier and his 90 year old best friend with a cybernetic arm, a flying suit, a person-computer and flying aircraft carriers, in a universe with gamma-radiation, Gods and intergalactic archvillians.
On a side note, I’m disappointed that Marvel has a habit of hiring actors with awesome real-life names and not just using their real names. Frank Grillo and Nick Blood are much more interesting comic-book names than ‘Brock Rumlow’ and ‘Lance Hunter’.
I lived where the house next door had a giant redwood tree. One night the BF and I awoke to this loud eerie sound....looked out and saw 2 big white owls in the tree in a mating ritual. They were HUGE. It was strange and wonderful.
Did you know a group of owls is called a "mind your fucking business or I'll end you?"
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I'll just leave this here.
When I was a kid, a parliament of young owls hung out in our yard several late nights/early mornings in a row. My mom's a huge nature lover and called the local nature center to see what was going on. (This was pre-internet!) They told her that young owls tend to hang out in groups and go off on their own—like… Read more
That's a super realistic Furby
This owl is drunk and at the wrong house.
I believe the swaying is owl body-language for "I'm 'bout to fuck your shit up, do not even."
these ladies should have a full medical. Crazy calm owls just hanging out on your doorstep is a portent of death if you believe in portents, and I would rather believe in owl portents than anything else right now.
Pretty sure that honor is reserved for Canada geese. Vile tempered shit machines... Owls stay away from people, they don't attack random kids walking through the park, and most of them don't poop. A vast improvement over geese.
He's scoping everything out. They're going to come home with a busted window and a missing TV tomorrow. With only a single feather left as his calling card.
The true horror of this encounter is that the idiot human videoed in portrait mode.