Yang: Hello, Whitley, is your mother home~?
Whitley: Are you gonna come in and objectify my mommy?
Yang: What?! No way, man! What, you think I'm gonna do it because everyone else comes by here and does it AND she's hot AND she's the only person in this franchise we can confirm is an adult, so it's not even that worrying, AND she's cool with it for the legal reason, I'd like to clarify, she's cool with it? No, I wouldn't do that!
Whitley: So you promise not to grab her boob? With permission? I was clarified for legal reasons she gave you permission but I don't want you to do it, so are you okay not doing it then?
Yang: Yeah, I just came to get a glass of sugar, or some shit, I dunno. Yeah, let me in~!
Whitley: Okay, but as long as you-
Yang: (HONK! HONK!) SEE YA! (Blasts off)
Whitley: GOD DAMMIT, FIFTIETH MAN IN A ROW TO DO IT!
Willow: (Robotically) With permission.
Whitley: DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THIS IS FOR MY DEVELOPMENT?! I'M, LIKE, ONE MINUTE OLD!
Ruby: It's okay, Whitley. I have problems with my mommy, too.
Whitley: Really? What?
Ruby: She's fucking dead.
Whitley: Oh yeah...
Well said, Clint.
Secret Avengers #30
Rachel Zegler as Snow White Halle Bailey as Ariel Naomi Scott as Jasmine Emma Watson as Belle Lily James as Cinderella Elle Fanning as Aurora
(cont'd)
08/09/2024
Happy (almost) feast day of St. Lawrence, my patron saint!
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JOKE-OGRAPHY:
St. Lawrence was a deacon of Rome in the mid-200s during a time of heavy persecution. When the prefect of Rome demanded all the treasures of the Church, Lawrence asked for a few days to gather it all together. In those few days, he gave all the material wealth of the Church to the poor. When it came time to face the prefect, Lawrence showed up, not with gold and jewels, but with a crowd of poor people, declaring, "Behold, these are the treasures of the Church." The prefect was so amused by this that he had Lawrence roasted alive on a gridiron. Just before he died, Lawrence gave one last quip: "Turn me over, I'm done on this side." Hence, he's the patron saint of cooks and comedians.
It is with the heaviest of hearts that I bring you sad news today. Murphy, the eagle who incubated a rock (and later raised a foster eaglet after his rock "hatched"), passed away at age 33 (almost a decade longer than long-lived wild eagles!). A tornado hit his local area. It's believed he sustained blunt force head trauma, likely from spooking during the high winds, as his cage and fellow eagles were unharmed.
Murphy is survived by his foster son, Baby 23-126, who was successfully released into the wild, and a second foster eaglet he was still caring for; this eaglet is expected to be able to be released as well.
I know a lot of people on Tumblr enjoyed seeing his story, and I know we will remember him fondly.
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