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zombies-eat-brainz:

bettythetl:

cb-sworld:

just-a-fangirl-with-a-minion:

momentum-extension:

45-9mm-5-56mm:

maytheangelsprotectyou:

I have only heard the story behind this picture once, but it literally brought tears to my eyes. On September 11, 2001, a hijacked plane knifed into the side of the Pentagon. We all know that. What very few people have heard is shortly afterwards, the director of a nursery in the building stood looking at the children in her charge, wondering how to move all of the babies and toddlers to safety.
A marine rushed into the room and asked if she was alright. She needed help and she told him that. He turned and ran out; the woman assumed that he had gone away for good. As she formulated a plan of action, she heard footsteps in the hall.
The man had returned—this time, though, he was not alone. At least forty other Marines followed him. They picked up the babies in their cribs, the toddlers, the helpless infants. They carried them through the halls and to a nearby park, where they arranged the cribs in a circle and set the toddlers in the middle. Then they stood guard outside, never allowing the children to be unattended.
When I first saw this picture, I thought that the man carrying the children was their father. Now I realize that he was not related to them by blood, but by nationality. He is an American. They are American children. He is not their father, he is their protector. He’s a United States Marine.


This post has less notes than “Romney sucks pass it on” Good on you tumblr. Sarcasm/

this needs all the notes.

this is what being a United States Marine is all about. i cant wait to be one myself

Okay this seriously needs more than 9k notes. Really guys.

if i showed this to my social studies teacher he would be in tears

zombies-eat-brainz:

bettythetl:

cb-sworld:

just-a-fangirl-with-a-minion:

momentum-extension:

45-9mm-5-56mm:

maytheangelsprotectyou:

I have only heard the story behind this picture once, but it literally brought tears to my eyes. On September 11, 2001, a hijacked plane knifed into the side of the Pentagon. We all know that. What very few people have heard is shortly afterwards, the director of a nursery in the building stood looking at the children in her charge, wondering how to move all of the babies and toddlers to safety.

A marine rushed into the room and asked if she was alright. She needed help and she told him that. He turned and ran out; the woman assumed that he had gone away for good. As she formulated a plan of action, she heard footsteps in the hall.

The man had returned—this time, though, he was not alone. At least forty other Marines followed him. They picked up the babies in their cribs, the toddlers, the helpless infants. They carried them through the halls and to a nearby park, where they arranged the cribs in a circle and set the toddlers in the middle. Then they stood guard outside, never allowing the children to be unattended.

When I first saw this picture, I thought that the man carrying the children was their father. Now I realize that he was not related to them by blood, but by nationality. He is an American. They are American children. He is not their father, he is their protector. He’s a United States Marine.

This post has less notes than “Romney sucks pass it on” Good on you tumblr. Sarcasm/

this needs all the notes.

this is what being a United States Marine is all about. i cant wait to be one myself

Okay this seriously needs more than 9k notes. Really guys.

if i showed this to my social studies teacher he would be in tears

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kristenmastora7:

gallium-knight:

Here’s a test:

I’m holding a baby in one hand and a petri dish holding a fetus in the other.

I’m going to drop one. You chose which.

If you really truly believe a fetus is the same thing as a baby, it should be impossible for you to decide. You should have to flip a coin, that’s how impossible the decision should be.

Shot in the dark, you saved the baby.

Because you’re aware there’s a difference.

Now admit it

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ifwecouldrunawayfromhere:

gentlemanbones:

http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/tue-october-29-2013/last-gay-standing there’s the video, it’s awesome

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theannieplanet:

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saltwaterstemp:

intellectual-stupidity:

f-e-a-t-h-e-r-b-r-a-i-n:

herpderpicho:

owl-recluse:

konec0:

sataaaaaan:

shapeshiftandtrick:

avocadokitten:

Slicing a Bead of Mercury in Half



WAT

mercury is the best

omfg no NO YOU CANT EXIST?>?!?!???

You know what this reminds me of?
The pee frisbee.
The best prank in the world [after poop butter, of course], and it doesn’t even require going into someone’s house. As long as there’s a gap under their door, you can get them.
You take a regular frisbee, like one you’d get at the dollar store, and you pee in it. Put it upside-down, pee in it, and put that in the freezer for a few hours. You’ll have disc of frozen piss.
Carefully remove it from the frisbee, take it to your neighbour’s house [or friend’s, or stranger’s, I don’t care, as long as you keep that piss disc cold, man], and slide it under their door.
It works best if nobody is home and won’t be home for a few hours. That pee will thaw right on their floor, and they’ll come home to a puddle of piss in their house with no sign of anybody getting in.
Who the fuck peed on my floor?
That will haunt them for years.

reblogging for the pee frisbee

pee frisbee omg

PISS FRISBE

I AM SO FUCKING DONE

WHAT IS POOP BUTTER

theannieplanet:

attackofthepartycannon:

saltwaterstemp:

intellectual-stupidity:

f-e-a-t-h-e-r-b-r-a-i-n:

herpderpicho:

owl-recluse:

konec0:

sataaaaaan:

shapeshiftandtrick:

avocadokitten:

Slicing a Bead of Mercury in Half

image

WAT

mercury is the best

omfg no NO YOU CANT EXIST?>?!?!???

You know what this reminds me of?

The pee frisbee.

The best prank in the world [after poop butter, of course], and it doesn’t even require going into someone’s house. As long as there’s a gap under their door, you can get them.

You take a regular frisbee, like one you’d get at the dollar store, and you pee in it. Put it upside-down, pee in it, and put that in the freezer for a few hours. You’ll have disc of frozen piss.

Carefully remove it from the frisbee, take it to your neighbour’s house [or friend’s, or stranger’s, I don’t care, as long as you keep that piss disc cold, man], and slide it under their door.

It works best if nobody is home and won’t be home for a few hours. That pee will thaw right on their floor, and they’ll come home to a puddle of piss in their house with no sign of anybody getting in.

Who the fuck peed on my floor?


That will haunt them for years.

reblogging for the pee frisbee

pee frisbee omg

PISS FRISBE

I AM SO FUCKING DONE

WHAT IS POOP BUTTER

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earthonlegs:

a hibernating bear would be a grand tattoo

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accioamber:

college is having the choice between doing dishes and doing homework. and choosing netflix.

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