I love animals (except for mosquitoes and flies), but I don't think the hedgehog is going to be permanently traumitized. Nor is the dog. It IS funny.It's how the hedgehog is otherwise treated that would determine abuse or not.
I confess my ignorance, but I don't follow and Kardashian tv shows or appearances. Are they famous for being famous? It seems they are considered glamorous, but my skankdar goes off when I see pictures. Hooray, I'm out of touch.
I wonder if anyone could have come up with a much better ending, given what there was to work with. They started a lot of threads that never really resolved or led anywhere and they threw in mysteries and surprises without the foresight of how to explain them. It's like saying, "Let's see you make a better stew with these 75 ingredients." How can something with 75 ingredients have a satisfying taste? (Unless it's a Snickers bar.)
Tattoos often seem so short-sighted to me. There are only a few things in life that will remain important to me when I'm old, and those things are important enough that I don't need constant, fading visual reminders, permanently printed on my body.
Big claims require big evidence. And having a critical mind, with a healthy dose of skepticism, doesn't mean you are closed minded and not open to new discoveries. It means you aren't a sucker. UFOs to some, angels to others.
I suppose it's comforting to believe in ghosts, because it means we still exist, however epehemarily, after we do.
Anger he smiles towering in shiny metallic purple armor Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted They quietly understand The once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready But wonder why the fight is on
My red is so confident, he flashes Trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria Orange is young, full of daring But very unsteady for the first go round My yellow in this case is not so mellow In fact, I'm trying to say it's frightened like me And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from Giving my life to a rainbow like you
In the last picture, that's Pete Best at the drums, not Tommy Moore. I've read a lot of Beatle books and I don't recall ever seeing a photo of Moore. The stripper story was accounted in at least one book, but I couldn't tell you which. Thank you for sharing this great bit of history.
It seemed to good to be true and apparently it was. It was staged by the GoPro camera company and retrieved because it had an attached gps device. I don't feel inspired to by things from companies that try to trick me.
From little to none.
I suppose it's comforting to believe in ghosts, because it means we still exist, however epehemarily, after we do.
Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground
Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted
They quietly understand
The once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready
But wonder why the fight is on
My red is so confident, he flashes
Trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact, I'm trying to say it's frightened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from
Giving my life to a rainbow like you
Caged Heart-Large-Black
Caged Heart - Black - Lg.