discuit.org https://bsky.app/profile/radidaddy.bsky.social This Imgurian did not write anything. It’s safe to assume he’s a bit of a smart ass and likes cats, dogs, bacon, Limburger cheese, J.R.R. Tolkien, Kurt Vonnegut, Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen King, Agatha Christie, Isaac Asimov, Monty Python, Mel Brooks, various kinds of whisk(e)y, heavily frosted cake, classic rock, and occasionally trafficking in Fun Facts that are frequently somewhat less than entirely factual, though.
Now make a falcon!
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#11 We were talking about celebrity endorsements at work last week and the old “Call me Suzy Chap-Stick!” ad came up. https://youtu.be/ev7DHWG7wsY
That’s true. And I also have the consolation that the ones I thought were assholes, she later realized the exact same thing.
Well, there’s sound on it, so…
I wasn’t enamored with several of the guys she dated, but my now likely future son-in-law seems to be a pretty good guy.
When she was in high school, a guy actually asked my permission to ask my daughter to homecoming. I said “That’s up to her.” They went and he turned out to be an absolute jerk.
#15 Alas, Clint Youngreen died in 2010 at the too-young age of 47. But he lives on through 44 film credits and this meme.
Gene Kelly always made dancing look like a more natural form of locomotion than mere walking. I’m constantly amazed.
Once upon a time, having a car phone was considered a luxury. Now that everybody carries a phone in their pocket, the obvious result is that phone cars are now the ultimate status symbol.
Glasses and fedoras are impenetrable disguises.
Kansas “Carry On Wayward Son”
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”
—The ants
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Thankya kindly.
A song that had been a favorite of mine for decades came on the radio during our final drive to the vet with Shadow. Now I can’t hear that song without breaking down.
Not that that’s a completely terrible thing. One of my dad’s favorite songs came on and I cranked it up and sang along, bawling my eyes out and missing my dad.
Music is powerful, I tell ya.
That’s the tough part. Would I be ecstatic to have a furry beastie snoozing in my lap again? Obviously yes. But I think about how crushed I was when Frodo and Shadow died and it kinda scares me. I absolutely dread the prospect.
You know that joke about “dad says he doesn’t want a dog or cat” but they get a pet and it becomes dad’s best friend? Yeah, dad says he doesn’t want a pet because he doesn’t want to go through that pain of loss again.
I’ve felt that pain 3 times. Once in high school with the dog I’d grown up with. Once when my kids were young with my soul dog Frodo. And again 2 years ago with my kitty Shadow. My wife has said she’d like a dog again someday. Please, no. I don’t want to feel that pain again.
We didn’t have a planetarium, but we had an observatory with two telescopes. Astronomy class students could get keys to it and we’d be open to the public one night a week with the added benefit of being able to use it whenever we wanted.
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I don’t think that’s gonna help my slinky much.
“Haywood leads the league in most offensive categories, including nose hair. When this guy sneezes, he looks like a party favor.”