Dreaming whale tea infuser by Korean designers Juhyun Yu & Changbong Heo of Gongdreen swims comfortably in your cup.
I AM SUDDENLY VERY SAD AT THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE REBLOGGING THAT DEPRESSION POST
THIS CALLS FOR BUNNY BUNS
SEVERAL OF THEM
BUNS TO THE RESCUE
LOOK AT THAT FLOOF
LOOK HES CALLING FOR CARROTS
AND THIS ONE KNOWS HES FABULOUS
I FEEL BETTER NOW BYE
oh man, I’m gonna go to sleep. Good night everyone! sleep well!
Yes! See that is what a normal person would think! But apparently it’s not! It’s one of those whippersnapper dagnabbit darn diddly hippy hop things!I feel so old because my first intuition is to say it’s dry, flammable material, such as wood or paper, used for lighting a fire… but these young whippersnappers probably have another name for it…
these little youngins and their dinglehoppin apps and their wi fi… back in my day, we had to entertain ourselves without wi-fi, day and night, and WE LIKED IT AND TINDER WAS FOR LIGHTIN’ FIRES TO KEEP WARM WHEN WINTER CAME AND NOTHIN’ ELSE.
WE HAD TO WALK UPHILL BOTH WAYS JUST TO GET A DADGUM COPY OF ENCARTA, AND WHEN THEM INTERNETS CAME ALONG YOU COULD TAKE YOUR SWEET TIME TO GET A PHONE LINE OPEN AND LISTEN TO THE SWEET SOUNDS OF OLD BEELZEBUB ASCREECHIN’ AT YORE EAR, CONSARN IT
DANGNAMBIT BACK IN MY DAY WHEN YOU HAD ONE OF THOSE RESEARCH PAPERS YOU HAD TO TREK TWENTY MILES TO THE LIBRARY AND CHECK OUT SEVEN BOOKS ABOUT YOUR SUBJECT AND CARRY THEM HOME… AND THEN BACK AGAIN… JUST TO CHECK OUT NEW BOOKS. RESEARCH PAPERS TOOK DAYS ON END TO COMPLETE BUT NOWADAYS THESE LITTLE YOUNGINS CAN JUST DO ONLINE RESEARCH WITH THEIR NEW FANGLED PORTABLE COMPUTERS AND APPLES AND WHATNOT…
AND THEM DUMFUNGLED YOUNG’UNS DON’T KNOW NOTHIN’ ABOUT TRYIN’ TO WRITE A DADBURN PAPER WITH ALL THEM BOOKS BY SUBJECT IN A CARD CATALOG AND DOIN’ REAL WORK TO FIND ‘EM
YOUNGINS THESE DAYS HAVE IT TOO GOOD. BACK IN OUR DAY WHEN YOU HAD AN ARGUMENT WITH SOMEONE ABOUT SOMETHIN’ YOU COULDN”T JUST HOP ONTO YOUR LITTLE PORTABLE MACHINE AND LOOK IT UP ON THIS 4G THESE WHIPPSNAPPERS ARE TALKIN ABOUT THESE DAYS… YOU HAD TO SETTLE THE FIGHT LIKE PROPER OLD TIMEY FOLK… ONE WEEK LATER… AFTER BOOK RESEARCH… AND WHEN YOUR FRIENDSHIP WAS IN NEEDIN’ OF A GOOD MENDIN’
AND MY LITTLE PONY WAS A TOY YOU PLAYED WITH YOUR OWN TWO HANDS, NOT SOME STORY IN THE MOVING PICTURE BOX
I TOOK SELFIES WITH A POLAROID DANGFLABBIT
LITTLE YOUNG WHIPPERSNAPPERS WITH THEIR LITTLE RECTANGLE BOXES WITH THE FLARBIN CAMERA AND PHONE AND EVERYTHIN’ IN IT… BACK IN MY DAY, WE HAD TO DIAL A REAL PHONE AND HOLD IT TO OUR EARS AND WE COULDN’T WALK MORE THAN FIVE FEET FROM THE PHONE BECAUSE THE CORD WOULD KEEP US FROM ROAMIN FREE… AND CAMERAS WERE CLUNKY MASSES OR DISPOSABLE… AND IT YOU LOST THAT ROLL OF FILM. WELL, THERE WOULD GO ALL YER BEAUTIFUL PICTURES FROM YER FIELD TRIP TO THE ZOO…
AND DO YOU REMEMBER DIAL UP?!?!
I think it’s a newfangled social network for the hippity hopping youngins these days *readjusts dentures*
"why is that failed usurper here, fanny?!"
I honestly have no idea how to file my taxes… I barely even made enough to file, I think… I might be wrong… I might have to consult a family friend about this…
Charles Sumner’s body laid in state at the Massachusetts State House, fittingly surrounded by an honor guard of black militia men. Before he died, he had spent the past few years drafting a new civil rights bill that would guarantee full equality to all men, regardless of race, religion, etc. In his final act of defiance against bigotry and racism, his casket was draped with placard reading “Don’t Let the Civil Rights Bill Fail.”
Over 50,000 people came to pay their respects before he was laid to rest.