Iβd like to see Baby Grandpa try that.
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F-a+r t. 1+1+1+1=? π
If you laughed at the story, he would like to know.
An original story by my six-year-old:
Once upon a time there were three astronauts. They went to a party and then they farted. πππ€£(while laughing)ππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππππ
We are trying to convince the six year old that the nineties was just Mr Wendal, Mmmbop and geocities websites. Heβs telling us about how babies are made (it involves a mom saying βoooh, a babyβ and then it comes.)
Why are there multiple paper clip emojis?! Who asked for that?
Nuremberg In Space
Two people riding on a motorcycle game at Chuck E. Cheese. The handsome adult man is very into it. The child on the other bike is frowning with his arms crossed. It was well past his bedtime. He is mad about not getting a purple bike.
Not AI:
J will be his guide to all things cult. I will make a Heavens Gate style website!
Yes
Members of the wheelchair tennis team of U-M Adaptive Sports and Fitness celebrate after winning the 2026 ITA Wheelchair Tennis National Championship.
Members of the wheelchair tennis team of U-M Adaptive Sports and Fitness celebrate and pour Gatorade on Dr. Feranmi Okanlami after winning the 2026 ITA Wheelchair Tennis National Championship.
Members of the wheelchair tennis team of U-M Adaptive Sports and Fitness celebrate after winning the 2026 ITA Wheelchair Tennis National Championship.
A member of the wheelchair tennis team of U-M Adaptive Sports and Fitness celebrates and lifts the trophy alongside two individuals after winning the 2026 ITA Wheelchair Tennis National Championship.
Congratulations to the wheelchair tennis team of U-M Adaptive Sports and Fitness on capturing its first National Championship at the ITA Wheelchair Tennis Nationals this past weekend! π #GoBlue
Ze child barely woke up and is asleep again in the basement. It makes me wonder how many tornado warnings I slept through as a child.
None of them woke me up! (J did)
Who brings the babies out, fomals or males?
Can babies dance?
Can babies hug?
Please explain this concept.
description from Huntington library: "A lithograph printed on heavy paper. Satirical "death certificate" issued for the Southern Confederacy. Mourning border, each line in different typeface, with: Died, Near the South-Side Rail Road, / on Sunday, April 9th, 1865, / The Southern Confederacy, / Aged Four Years, / Conceived in Sin, Born in iniquity, Nurtured by Tyranny, Died of / a Chronic Attack of Punch. / Abraham Lincoln, Attending Physician. / U.S. Grant, Undertaker. / Jeff Davis, Chief Mourner. Below in smaller print an epitaph that ends with: And this one line shall grace your grave-- / Your death gave freedom to the slave." https://hdl.huntington.org/digital/collection/p16003coll6/id/5033
to all who celebrate...
I hope somebody other than us actually comes to this event!
I Work Very Hard, And I Would Like To Try Cake By A Horse Hello. I am a horse. I work very hard at my job of being a horse. When humans say move the heavy thing, I move the heavy thing. When humans sit on top of me and pull on my head, I carry them where they want to go. The main food the humans give me is hay and oats. But I am thinking it would be nice to have a different food. I am thinking I would like to try cake. Yes, yes. Cake. I know all about it. When humans eat cake, it is in glad times. It is the food for a celebration, such as when a woman becomes 47. I have seen cake on the Fourth of July. When humans have a cake, they stand around it and clap hands and smile and say happy birthday at each other. Sometimes there are beautiful markings on a cake, such as balloons or a pink shape. Sometimes the top of a cake is on fire and a boy must blow on the fire with mouth wind. This is the scariest cake. I do not want this kind. But I will eat any other cake. Any cake that is not the fire cake that tries to kill the boy. Please understand: I do not get money for doing work. I do not get to go inside the house. All I am either doing my horse job or standing in my pen or eating food off the floor. I always do these things. But I have never once gotten cake and I would like it very much. I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children. I am more helpful to the farm. Children do not move the heavy things like me or let anyone ride on them. And yet they get cake. Maybe the humans will realize this. Maybe they will say, "You know who deserves cake? That horse. That horse whose back we are always on." Every day I dream about what it will be like if I get to eat cake. Here is what will happen. First, I will walk to the cake and putt my nose at it like hrrfff to make and stomping my hooves to make sure it is not a snake. Then I will trot in a circle to show that I am a horse and I am large. After that, I will nuzzle the cake to β¦
The horse op-ed is an instant classic. I can't tell you how much joy this piece gives me.
It should be taught in every introductory writing class in no small part because the horse arguments are so compelling. "I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children."
You have more in common with the people of Iran than you do with anyone in this administration, any member of the technocracy, anyone who is profiting from this war, or any billionaire. When you see Iranians forming human chains outside key infrastructure sites, you should feel a sense of kinship.
what do we want?
OBJECT PERMANENCE
when do we want it?
WHEN DO WE WANT WHAT
Iβm gonna start. π
Korogyi and Vincent Lemaire.
I propose that they buy up the Concordia campus and put the arena there. Easy access from the highway!
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They kept expanding sections because the lower bowl sold out, then the next level, and now even the nosebleed seats are full.
There's a woman here with a shirt that says "THIS SHOULD BE A DETROIT PWHL jersey."
Wee woo!