The Overwhelming Bible Nazi.
Bow to me. I’m the well-educated black man.
I’m The Motherfucking Tumblr Critic.
The horrifying dude who won’t leave.
Just got tagged by little-ojousama, so here goes!
- Me and my brother were both adopted from the same birth family. However, where I was adopted right after birth, my brother got stuck in foster care for about 8 years before living with us, despite only being 2 years older than me.
- For the first few years of my life, I lived out in the more rural areas of New Jersey (yes, NJ has rural spots too). This means I have a rural New Jersey accent, which is basically just a regular NJ accent where I occasionally slip into a little southern drawl. Occasionally I’ll say “Ah” instead of “I” and I say “How’s about” a lot.
- My grandpa on my mom’s side loves to remind me how I was probably (according to him) the youngest ever person to visit the Las Vegas strip. My family went on a trip there when I was about 2 months old.
- Mostly, however, he likes that story because I was his good luck charm. My parents went out on a date one night during the trip, leaving me with my grandparents. While my grandma and I slept, my grandpa went down to the casino and won about $500.
- My father’s side of the family is German/Polish (mostly German), and I ended up learning a lot of German words as a kid. Of course, sometimes I’d end up learning them in lieu of english words. One day I came home from preschool crying because the teacher kept telling me the fliegebatcher was called a “fly swatter”.
- My very first beer was in Germany. In a famous biergarten called the Hoffbrauhaus. It was in a Mas, which is a 1-liter glass mug. I drank the whole thing. I stumbled back to the hotel eventually. This all happened on a high school trip.
- Speaking of that school trip, our teacher technically wasn’t allowed to let us drink, despite being over the legal drinking age in Germany. So one night he takes us all out to a bar/restaurant, and has us all meet in the restaurant portion upstairs. Then he said “Now I’m going to stay up here all night. If you guys want to go downstairs and get some hot chocolate, *wink wink* go ahead, just don’t tell me about it.” Ever since then, “hot chocolate” became me and my buddies’ favorite code word for booze while I was in high school.
- My dad was on that trip, and he had tried Absinthe for the first time at that bar. On the way back to the bus, one of my friends said that he had seen my dad try it and was wondering how it was. My dad, drunk off his ass for the first time I’d ever seen, appeared like a ninja behind us and said “It was awesome.”
- If you count the three litters of kittens my one cat had before we could get her spayed, I have raised around 21-22 cats so far, one of which I have raised from birth for about 15 years.
- My very first pet was a beta fish named Mr. Blue. Me being 3 years old, I wanted to play with my pet. I also wasn’t quite aware at the time that trying to play with a fish out of water will more than likely kill it.
Alright, since I don’t have quite 10 people to tag to do this (since some of you seem to have been tagged already), I’mma just tag a few: xenonucleic, guardianofscrewingup, tumbleaboutit, caringpotential, and themightyglamazon
here it is my contribution to the fandom
That’s it that was the film
Ultimate proof that cats are smart !!! more smart cats«
Cat intelligence is actually a pretty interesting topic in that the majority of studies on the subject basically have to end in the conclusion "we just don’t know" because cats are among the most uncooperative research subjects of all time. We know a great deal of cat sight, having used cats as the archetype for a vision-focused vertebrate/mammal, but we still know very little about what really goes on inside the cat mind.
When I was younger I had a cat that one time we saw him climb halfway up a tree. He just sat there for about 2 minutes, just waiting there. Eventually a bird flew by and he jumped and grabbed it in midair, and when he landed, he walked off with his prize while me and my brother just stared in awe.
Guardians of the galaxy was so good.
Am I the only one who grew up calling this “Shit on a Shingle”
idk, for us, SOS was a roux with salt, pepper, and dried beef in it, served on toast (or mashed potatoes, depending on what we had more of).
Fuck, now I want some.
God damnit. Now I want SOS and scrapple.