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Polly: Look, take me to your father. Let me talk to him. I can convince him.
David: He won’t believe you either. He’s out of his mind. He even wants me to marry you. Wants to set me up with a ready-made family just so he can have a grandson. I tell you, this is serious.
Polly: Yes, that would be serious, wouldn’t it?
I don’t care who the father is, I’m the grandfather!
How News Charts Work
From the “Animals” episode of Brass Eye
So I was at a thrift store and I see this little cat lamp.
I was like “Aye yo, no homo, but ya’ll are fuckin’ adorable.”
So I bought the lil’ guy and took him home to plug him in.
Then I was like “No.”
An humorous sea shanty, about a man who falls in love with a mermaid that leaves him, so he falls in love with her sister.
Steven Moffat Doesn’t Understand Grief, and It’s Killing Doctor Who
There’s a popular joke I’ve seen floating around on Tumblr for a while now. It goes like this:
"Tis innocent mirth that gives Christmas its worth"—Father Christmas in a snowball, 1879 (via)
An Australian Christmas illustration, featuring a terrified child with emu, Victorian (via)
Isn’t that just the plot of tfios?
The Schooner Jenny
In the mid-1800s a strange ship was discovered by Captain Brighton of the whaler Hope. It was floating out of one of the chasms that had opened up in the disintegrating walls of ice. Its decks were wreathed in ice and snow, its sails hanging in tattered and frozen shreds, its rigging broken and rotten, and the vessel itself crushed and splintered, but still she floated. What terrified Brighton’s men was the crew of the wreck-ship in front of them; seven men standing upright and encased in steel-hard ice, like so many statues of stone.
An hour later Brighton boarded the ship and went below to see what he might find. When he opened the master’s cabin door, he was confronted with a man sitting at his desk with pen in hand, clearly about to write in the logbook in front of him; it was clearly the captain of the stricken ship. He was dead, and frozen to boot.
Brighton then checked the log on the desk. The ship was the English schooner Jenny, and the final entry read, “No food for 71 days. I am the only one left alive.” it was dated May 4th, 1823; thirty-seven years earlier.
(from Seafaring Lore and Legend, Peter D. Jeans.)
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i love horses!
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