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Dukboki. Mandu and and kimbap. Waiting for my nengmyun.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:15:05 -0400

Dukboki. Mandu and and kimbap. Waiting for my nengmyun.

lulz-time: galicseas: IT’S SO CUTE IM REBLOGGING TWICE

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 05:11:00 -0400

lulz-time:

galicseas:

IT’S SO CUTE IM REBLOGGING TWICE

miss-perkey: Ditto you sassy fuck.

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 05:07:22 -0400

miss-perkey:

Ditto you sassy fuck.

laughingstation: Yun Zi falls to the box. x More FUNNY POST...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 09:28:12 -0400

laughingstation:

Yun Zi falls to the box. x

More FUNNY POST here!

xxocen: idiotshitbaby: i’m cringing so hard omg who thought it...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 09:22:57 -0400

xxocen:

idiotshitbaby:

i’m cringing so hard omg who thought it was okay to bring back 2006

I

weareallevilmen: jumboslut: d4untles-s: 10000steps: sayhellot...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 09:21:37 -0400

weareallevilmen:

jumboslut:

d4untles-s:

10000steps:

sayhellotoskinnyme:

They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.

See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.

I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________

To Whomever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.

Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”

He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.

And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.

I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.

If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

Thank you,

Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.

“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.

“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”

Not thinspo, but deserves a reblog. Makes me cry everytime.

This made me cry too….

omg, Im in tears right now!

this is so sad:c

god damnit fucking america i love you

thatfunnyblog: Funny Stuff you like?

Mon, 10 Jun 2013 02:38:39 -0400

thatfunnyblog:

Funny Stuff you like?

Dork!

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 01:59:10 -0400

Dork!

stravaganza: purpleshirtofjohnlock: high-blogging: ierosway: ierosway: YOU CAN’T TAKE...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 22:43:12 -0400

stravaganza:

purpleshirtofjohnlock:

high-blogging:

ierosway:

ierosway:

YOU CAN’T TAKE ALT+REBLOG AWAY THAT WAS LITERALLY ALL I HAD LEFT

DO YOU SEE HOW UPSET YOU’RE MAKING PEOPLE TUMBLR

just install xkit you whiny bitches

NOT A WHINY BITCH DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IMPORTANT ALT REBLOG IS!?

I DON’T EVEN HAVE XKIT

catsandcunts: ahsadler: kabutopz: So last night I came across...

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 04:19:55 -0400

catsandcunts:

ahsadler:

kabutopz:

So last night I came across this table with 3 girls. They said they were out celebrating. When I asked what they were celebrating, one girl replied “my new hair color I’m now blonde”. She wasn’t blonde, her hair was golden brown. Anyway, so she orders a blue cheese bacon burger and wanted to add extra cheddar cheese. When her burger came out, there was no blue cheese. So being my job, I brought it back to the kitchen and brought out a new burger with blue cheese. After about 10 mins or so, she tells me she hates the blue cheese and wants it off. Of course I take the burger back and make her a new burger for the second time. Then seeing she eats half the burger and assuming shes done since she put trash on her plate, she complains she hated the burger all together. Then asks for a sundae with sparklers and candles since they wanted to make this a big celebration. After I was done serving them, correctly doing my job and being as helpful and has nice as I can, I drop off the check. After they leave, this is what I find. I understand she was upset about her burger, but I worked my ass off for this table and did so much for them. I even got them stuff discounted on the bill. She put “NAH SON” for tip and signed it “smooche da puss” instead of her signature. I can’t believe how disrespectful some people are now a days.

OK, dipshits, listen up: In the US, servers make all of $2 an hour, and the rest is from tips. They are taxed at the expectation of a 15% tip (which accounts for the hourly wage), and in most restaurants they have to give a certain percentage (say, 2.5%) to the busser, the host, and maybe the dishwasher. They have to pay tax and tip out even if the customer leaves no tip. When you leave less than 10%, the server worked your table for free. When you leave nothing at all, the server PAID to work your table. On this bill, that server would have had to pay almost $15 for the “privilege” of serving you.

IF YOUR SERVER DOES THEIR JOB, ON EVERYTHING THEY CAN CONTROL—WHICH DOES NOT INCLUDE THE KITCHEN FUCKING UP—AND YOU LEAVE NO TIP, YOU ARE A FUCKING ASSHOLE.

Also, if being a decent human being isn’t enough motivation for you, then remember this: If you tip less than 10 or more than 20%, you will be remembered and treated accordingly the next time you come in. If you leave no tip and you ever show your face in that restaurant again, they WILL fuck with your food, almost guaranteed.

This pisses me off so much wow

You know those people who love drama and KEEP MAKING DRAMA? Yes… you! Can I just say that you...

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 00:44:51 -0400

You know those people who love drama and KEEP MAKING DRAMA? Yes… you! Can I just say that you suck monkey balls and I would love for you to stay out of my life? K thanks.

Wed, 29 May 2013 18:26:51 -0400

lolsofunny: (lol here!)

Wed, 29 May 2013 18:21:16 -0400

lolsofunny:

(lol here!)

laughingstation: More FUNNY POST here!

Tue, 28 May 2013 15:41:26 -0400

laughingstation:

More FUNNY POST here!

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Tue, 28 May 2013 15:36:51 -0400

herr-forehead: dias-in-the-rough: whatjanesays: STOP...

Tue, 28 May 2013 15:36:08 -0400

herr-forehead:

dias-in-the-rough:

whatjanesays:

STOP EVERYTHING YOU’RE DOING.

THIS IS A VIDEO OF JOSH KEATON (VOICE OF SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN) READING A SELECTION OF SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MEMES.

#everyone go home the internet is over

ok yes

And here I thought I was done with may-mays…

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Tue, 28 May 2013 15:35:12 -0400

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Tue, 28 May 2013 15:31:59 -0400

swinty81: Klaroline in 4x23

Tue, 28 May 2013 04:15:05 -0400

swinty81:

Klaroline in 4x23

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Tue, 28 May 2013 01:15:41 -0400