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Heck yeah. Take it, Boston. Please.You can have it, with soap's blessings
Heck yeah. Take it, Boston. Please.You can have it, with soap's blessings
Hey, my Keurig, who shall henceforth be called Reginald, has just made me a 'to die for' chai latte. It is shaping up to be my favorite toy I've ever bought.
Actually, I was thinking it'd be nice to have a house-man to make me coffee every morning.You no like Reginald?
Actually, I was thinking it'd be nice to have a house-man to make me coffee every morning.
I shall name my french press...
Karl.
Well, there *are* other positions open.They will be so devastated, just when they were ready to head on over...
Bos, a lesser-known fact about the Tsavo lions is that they were both maneless. They were also brothers, litter-mates from the same pride. Due to the lack of manes, they were likely outcasts from their prides and unable to obtain mates and firm prides if their own. Their behavior indicates that were essentially psychotic, even for rogue males. It's my understanding that certain aspects of their behavior, dwelling areas, anatomies, and activities were highly unusual for male lions and that not all of these details were considered necessary in the recounting of their lives and massacre.
Bos, a lesser-known fact about the Tsavo lions is that they were both maneless.
Also Gustave, the croc that has been killing, just for fun, for decades.
Lunch-packer is up for grabs for example.
And, more likely, because it's too big to hunt the usual croc prey, as increased size makes it slower. People make easy prey, by contrast.
Contrary to Hollywood and myth and legend, there isn't an animal out there that kills just for fun, except us.
Sorry, Bri, but it's been my belief that reality is impressive enough in nature without the need to unrealistically anthropomorphize it, at least in non-fiction.
What you do in your fiction is up to you.
The thing with Gustave is that he's been just killing a person and leaving the body - not noming, not saving it for later like is sometimes a thing they do, just killing and moving on, with an obvious lack of intention to return to it.
It's not entirely unheard of, but rare. I think it DOES happen, however.
Trained herpetologists agree that Gustave could be that large and that he is certainly one of the most infamous man-eaters of all time. But Faye's assertion that Gustave kills for sport—knocking off villager after villager like some killing machine—leaves skeptics clearing their throats.
Soapie, Francois said he was heading your way, but he wasn't looking to pack no lunches. He had a strange look in his eye...
Sorry, Bri, but it's been my belief that reality is impressive enough in nature without the need to unrealistically anthropomorphize it, at least in non-fiction.
Tease.Ok, so tonight I've been coming up with the latest Branch Tedian holiday and while I can't really post it here,
You're bordering on being preachy and judgmental (ever since the whole sushi/sashimi incident).
Please, relax. Take a deep breath. We're not your students -and some of us are very smart people ourselves.