hello does anyone know if there's a full recording of cats london 2002 and the cats london revival 2014/2015 online......
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i love mareep mareep the pokemon ever inspired by the novel "do androids dream of electric sheep" which was the basis for the original bladerunner :3
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anyways, today is a day to hate Klaus on Rebekah’s behalf- cause how dare he traumatize her and then use that against her? how dare he manipulate her so cruelly and then claim it’s everyone else who was the detriment to her person?
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ough sorry for multiple thought posts i’m just frazzled for MANY REASONS and anxious about family/holiday obligations later today so instead of going to bed i’m WHINING ABOUT NOTHING \o/
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emily was going to be a paladin of vesh i truly am god’s vessel for just. the shittest luck. queen of never getting anything i want queen of dying on this bitch earth unsatisfied
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NO I THOUGHT THE SONIC FRONTIERS DLC WENT LIVE ON WEDNESDAY BUT ITS NOT UNTIL THURSDAY I'M KMS I'M KMS I'M KMS NOT GONNA MAKE IT ITS ALL OVER FOR ME I DIE.
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My first job was working at a dog kennel. It was a boarding facility so folks could leave their animals while they went on vacation. I always loved animals so I was stoked to apply, but I was less thrilled with the reality.
The owner operated the kennel on her personal property and was a tyrannical micromanager. For instance: she could see three of the play pens from her front porch. If you had a dog that did not in fact want to play with you, a stranger, and would prefer to sit quietly getting petted she would come out onto her front porch and yell at you.
The correct procedure in her mind was to play fetch by yourself which was just throwing a ball, going to pick it up, and throwing it again, over and over, to entice the dog. I quickly learned to never pick those pens. Even the small gravel play pen behind the building by the dumpsters was a better bet. There may not have been grassy fields but the miasma of dog waste meant less getting yelled at.
My time there colored my perception of certain dogs. To this day I disdain retrievers. They can be fine on a case by case, and ultimately my dislike isn’t their fault. But 75% of them weren’t potty trained and had never walked on a leash. They also had a brain just big enough to fixate on a tennis ball which was really annoying when trying to manage toy buckets and they’d just body check you cause they saw green.
Poodles and Dobermans were top tier, generally extremely obedient on leash and with their manners. This certainly says more about the owners inclined to get certain types of dogs than the breed itself but I remain fond. Pitbulls were similarly well mannered.
The craziest motherfuckers were Shiba Inu’s. It says a lot that these dogs rarely ended up on my schedule, despite the high proportion we had, because snappy dogs always went to the leads. It really didn’t help that we didn’t leave collars on the dogs. (I think it was a safety thing? It was weird). We slipped collars over their heads, and the shibas fucking hated it. They’d scream their little heads off and fling themselves around on the leash like a wild animal.
Hands down the worst dog I had was a beagle though. I still remember that horrible little man. He had been checked by the vet and was fine but he acted like each time he put his foot down it was landing on shards of broken glass. So each step was a tiny tentative affair, mincing and ready for the ground to suddenly rise up against being walked on. And god save you if this animal felt the slightest pressure on his collar he would shriek with ear piercing hysteria that you were trying to murder him. He walked the shortest circuit we had and it took as long to finish as the longest circuit twice over. I watched his owners pick him up once and he just trotted happily like a normal fucking dog.
My favorite animal however was this little Pomeranian with one eye. Easily the most friendly and well behaved of the dogs, big or small, he was loving life and everything in it. He didn’t yap or snap he just sat politely to be leashed and trotted along perfectly. He dashed after toys and retrieved nicely. I still think about that little dude sometimes. He was the platonic ideal of a dog.
But really the best kind of dog, the one we all wanted but never got, was one with solid bowel movements we could actually pick up instead of kennel induced stress soup, which is what we got.
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husband who never shuts up x husband who hates it but gets turned on when his husband annoys him
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Hey, I'm really sorry to have to ask y'all, but my family and I are being evicted from our home and we can't really afford to live anywhere else.
We've been saving up for a while and we've found a place we can almost afford, but we're still short about $4,400. So like, if you have anything you can do to help I'd greatly appreciate it, but like, I get that times are tough all around so I totally understand if you don't
Here's a link to my paypal, but like, please only donate if you've got the cash to spare, I don't want anyone to go hungry on my account
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