Presentation Michael

On 6 February 2012, a female black-footed cat kitten, Crystal, was born to a domestic cat surrogate after interspecies embryo transfer.

A black-footed cat served as the surrogate mother for [2011′s] litter. Researchers next sought to show that vastly more plentiful domestic cats can serve as surrogate mothers in efforts to save the small wild cat from extinction.

“Being able to use domestic cats adds another extra dimension to that, being able to produce more,” said Earle Pope, acting director of the center. Only 53 of the cats, which are native to South Africa, live in zoo collections in the United States.

google: elevate and apply pressure

hi hello, now that I have your attention please observe

Where is my boy’s ass? Hmmm well this is the first episode so maybe it’s a fluke. Let’s check the manga…

Not there either…..hmmmmm. Well this is just the beginning. Let’s take a look further down the road shall we?

NOPE

Not here either

HMMM NOPE NOTHIN

WHERE IS IT??????

IS THIS BONEY THING ALL UR GONNA GIVE ME HORIKOSHI????? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT????? HUH???? TELL ME!!! 

Today is earth day! Our planet is a amazingly beautiful place of life of diversity. It pains me to see how our actions have made our home worse instead of better.

Snopes says the cops in the photo here claim it was a hot day, and they were trying to prevent the cars overheating, but 1) Cops can lie and 2) Even if these cops DID have a good reason, I wouldn’t be surprised if there are others out there with less honest intentions.

I remember this one music teacher who, for some reason, REALLY fucking hated autistic kids. I would know, because everyone in my weird therapy group was targeted while everyone else was ignored.

I saw her physically drag a kid out and threaten to get him suspended because he was to scared to dance solo in front of his peers. 

There was also “lunch detention,” and they didn’t fuck around with that. They didn’t isolate the students like that, they fucking shoved them in a separate room and forbade them from sitting together or talking. They slowly brought in several teachers and eventually the principal, and they all, one by one, told us that we were horrible, reprehensible people who would never be successful. 

It is abuse.

We see it as motivation.

I tell stories about some of the stuff I e survived growing up with a spring in my step and a flame in my heart. I’m excited to, right until I check back in with the horrified glances of my audience.

I guarantee you, none of the stuff ever happened more than twice, because I was suitibly motivated to not have it happen again.