Of all a deer’s senses, their eyesight is the worst.
IT DOESN’T HELP THAT THOSE ARE POSSUMS WHO ALSO HAVE TERRIBLE EYESIGHT. XD SO BOTH CREATURES DIDN’T REALIZE WHAT WAS WHAT UNTIL THE LAST MINUTE I’M DYING.
everyone in this forest is so confused and I love them
Today I learned how to hack unmonitored CCTV cameras. I’m currently watching a dog run around in a backyard in Berlin.
update: i found a barn cam that has a horsie in it and i’m in poland AND i have audio output so i can talk to the horsie
update: THERE’S TWO HORSIES AND ONE OF THEM IS A BABY
do u see the horsies
I’VE FOUND BUNNIES
okay okay now i’ve found dogs
This is the most innocent hack ever
I love how this would normally be one of those everyone clapped stories but I mean there it is. They’ve unquestionably hacked into multiple cctv cameras for the sole purpose of watching animals. Pics and everything
concept: a game called “john mulaney or cecil palmer?” where you have to guess if a quote was said by popular stand-up comedian john mulaney or fictional radio host cecil gershwin palmer
this might sound easy, but please keep in mind that john mulaney has said “whoa, that tall child looks terrible! get some rest, tall child! you can’t keep burning the candle at both ends!” and cecil palmer has said “alligators: can they kill your children? yes.”
I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this.
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Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm. “Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.” Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently. Hilda looked at him expectantly. “Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room. Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.
….
DICK
ANEURYSM
GALLOPING ABS
Who told this lady she could write?
Why did she ever stop?
IT GETS WORSE THE FURTHER IN THE PASSAGE YOU GO OMG
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s.
oh my god. Im still laughing as I type Web this. I guarantee I will still be laughing after I post this.
She felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment 😂😂😂
Wait, but
“Her snooch got all warm, too”
“the soft pink petals of her clunge”
WHAT??? WHY???
I made my husband read this aloud to me with voices and now my ribs are bruised from laughing.
“She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.”
I can’t even. How did this get published?
Dear writers, if ever you find yourself struggling with your words, remember that you can never be as bad as this, because if THIS shit can get published, you definitely can, too.
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Spouse is an engineer and I’m here to say steam DOES get hot, but it is quite possible to make a steam-powered vibrator that doesn’t. Think of a steam locomotive, where the boiler is kept hot but the wheels, which are powered by the boiler, do not.
So you have a boiler by the bed and then TUBES and LINKAGES, GEARS, COPPER, all the good stuff. Hell, the steam might even be used to generate electro-magnetism! So it weighs 30kg (about 65lbs). It’s awesome! Beautiful! Scientific! LOUD.
CHUNKA-CHUNKA-CHUNKA
Summon the coal-shovelers to power up the fuckinator
Summon the coal-shovelers to power up the fuckinator
The most common Victorian era steam powered vibe was called “The Manipulator” and it was a weighty beast. This is the most common photo of it.
Behold. The Fuckinator.
Sign me up for a doctor’s visit, I think I’m getting hysteria. x’D
The Victorian Era, probably the only time period where you could get a doctorate in getting women off.