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Children, Christmas, and Cookies: "In our family, we have a special way of transitioning the kids from receiving from Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the Santa construct is not a lie that gets discovered, but an unfolding series of good deeds and Christmas spirit When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see that dawning suspicion that Santa may not be a material being, that means the child is ready | take them out "for coffee" at the local wherever. We get a booth, order our drinks, and the following pronouncement is made "You sure have arown an awful lot this year. Not only are you taller, but l can see that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior, consideration of people's feelings, good deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past year]. In fact, your heart has grown so much that I think you are ready to become a Santa Claus You probably have noticed that most of the Santas you see are people dressed up ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have even told you that there is no Santa. A lot of children think that, because they arent ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE Tell me the best things about Santa. What does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead the kid from cookies to the good feeling of having done something for someone else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your first job as a Santa!" Make sure you maintain the proper conspiratorial tone We then have the child choose someone they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S mission is to secretly, deviously, find out something that the person needs, and then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and never reveal to the target where it came from. Being a Santa isn't about getting credit, you see. It's unselfish giving My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the corner. She really Was horrible--had a fence around the house and would never let the kids go in and get a stray ball or Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter, etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove to school that she came out every morning to get her paper in bare feet, so he decided she needed slippers. So then he had to go spy and decide how big her feet were. He hid in the bushes one Saturday, and decided she was a medium. We went to Kmart and bought warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa. After dinner one evening, he slipped down to her house, and slid the package under her driveway gate. The next morning, we watched her waddle out to get the paper, pick up the present, and go inside. My son was all excited, and couldn't wait to see what would happen next. The next morning, as we drove off, there she was, out getting her paper--wearing the slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind him that NO ONE could ever know what he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa Over the years, he chose a good number of targets, always coming up with a unique present just for them. One year, he polished up his bike, put a new seat on it, and gave it to one of our friend's daughters. These people were and are very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok The look on her face, when she saw the bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was almost as good as the look on my son's face When it came time for Son #2 to join the ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo with the induction speech. They are both excellent gifters, by the way, and never felt that they had been lied to-because they were let in on the Secret of Beinga Santa geekinglikeaboss: cunningcelt: hilarious-nefarious: Source This is bloody genius

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Baby, Bunny, and Door: Baby bunny that lives in the bushes right outside my front door

Baby bunny that lives in the bushes right outside my front door

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Animals, College, and Crying: jacks @aJackieLarsen so my school installed a cry closet in the library LMFAOoooooo0O what is higher education A Safe Place for Stressed Out Students Otherwise known as The Cry Closet This space is meant to provide a place for students studying for finals to take a short 10- minute break. Rules of the Closet 1. Knock before entering 2. Only one person in the closet at a time 3. Limit your time in the closet to no more than10 minutes 4. Turn lights and timer off before leaving 5. Use #cryclosetuotu if posting on social media Artist: Nemo Miller in collaboration with Tony Miller and David Meyer <p><a href="http://celticpyro.tumblr.com/post/173308917734/modernjudgementarcana-celticpyro" class="tumblr_blog">celticpyro</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://modernjudgementarcana.tumblr.com/post/173308117133/celticpyro-tastefullyoffensive-via" class="tumblr_blog">modernjudgementarcana</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://celticpyro.tumblr.com/post/173305456889/tastefullyoffensive-via-ajackielarsen-to-the" class="tumblr_blog">celticpyro</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://tumblr.tastefullyoffensive.com/post/173304766682/via-ajackielarsen" class="tumblr_blog">tastefullyoffensive</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>(via <a href="https://twitter.com/aJackieLarsen/status/988820882717003776">aJackieLarsen</a>)</p></blockquote> <p>To the people replying with “Lol them Special Snowflakes” and “If you need this you’re not ready for college!”…shut up maybe?</p> <p>College is stressful and some people have anxiety/depression/ADHD/panic attacks/sensory overload/whatever. I saw this and the first thing I thought of was “Hey, this is great for when I get really upset because I’ve had massive emotional breakdowns a few times this semester! Now I don’t have to run off to the soccer field and hide in the bushes!”</p> </blockquote> <p>My college had therapy dogs. I get the intention behind the closet, but personally I prefer the dogs. <br/></p> </blockquote> <p>Dogs sound like a great idea, honestly. Really, the more mental health resources, the better. <br/></p></blockquote> <p>The local shelter used to bring puppies for us to play with during finals week and that was awesome. But I honestly feel like I would be more anxious if you saw me running into a room with stuffed animals to go crying.</p><p>Plus it’s a small dark room on a college campus. </p><p>People are gonna fuck in it.</p>
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Children, Christmas, and Cookies: "In our family, we have a special way of transitioning the kids from receiving from Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the Santa construct is not a lie that gets discovered, but an unfolding series of good deeds and Christmas spirit When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see that dawning suspicion that Santa may not be a material being, that means the child is ready | take them out "for coffee" at the local wherever. We get a booth, order our drinks, and the following pronouncement is made "You sure have arown an awful lot this year. Not only are you taller, but l can see that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior, consideration of people's feelings, good deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past year]. In fact, your heart has grown so much that I think you are ready to become a Santa Claus You probably have noticed that most of the Santas you see are people dressed up ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have even told you that there is no Santa. A lot of children think that, because they arent ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE Tell me the best things about Santa. What does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead the kid from cookies to the good feeling of having done something for someone else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your first job as a Santa!" Make sure you maintain the proper conspiratorial tone We then have the child choose someone they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S mission is to secretly, deviously, find out something that the person needs, and then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and never reveal to the target where it came from. Being a Santa isn't about getting credit, you see. It's unselfish giving My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the corner. She really Was horrible--had a fence around the house and would never let the kids go in and get a stray ball or Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter, etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove to school that she came out every morning to get her paper in bare feet, so he decided she needed slippers. So then he had to go spy and decide how big her feet were. He hid in the bushes one Saturday, and decided she was a medium. We went to Kmart and bought warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa. After dinner one evening, he slipped down to her house, and slid the package under her driveway gate. The next morning, we watched her waddle out to get the paper, pick up the present, and go inside. My son was all excited, and couldn't wait to see what would happen next. The next morning, as we drove off, there she was, out getting her paper--wearing the slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind him that NO ONE could ever know what he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa Over the years, he chose a good number of targets, always coming up with a unique present just for them. One year, he polished up his bike, put a new seat on it, and gave it to one of our friend's daughters. These people were and are very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok The look on her face, when she saw the bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was almost as good as the look on my son's face When it came time for Son #2 to join the ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo with the induction speech. They are both excellent gifters, by the way, and never felt that they had been lied to-because they were let in on the Secret of Beinga Santa ofmoonlightandthesun: libertarirynn: cunningcelt: hilarious-nefarious: Source This is bloody genius Love this. I’ve often thought about how to incorporate the magic of “Santa” with the real lessons in generosity as inspired by St. Nicholas. omg this is honestly such a sweet idea! Saving for future child.

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Children, Christmas, and Cookies: "In our family, we have a special way of transitioning the kids from receiving from Santa, to becoming a Santa. This way, the Santa construct is not a lie that gets discovered, but an unfolding series of good deeds and Christmas spirit When they are 6 or 7, whenever you see that dawning suspicion that Santa may not be a material being, that means the child is ready | take them out "for coffee" at the local wherever. We get a booth, order our drinks, and the following pronouncement is made "You sure have arown an awful lot this year. Not only are you taller, but l can see that your heart has grown, too. [ Point out 2-3 examples of empathetic behavior, consideration of people's feelings, good deeds etc, the kıd has done in the past year]. In fact, your heart has grown so much that I think you are ready to become a Santa Claus You probably have noticed that most of the Santas you see are people dressed up ike him. Some of vour friends miaht have even told you that there is no Santa. A lot of children think that, because they arent ready to BE a Santa yet, but YOU ARE Tell me the best things about Santa. What does Santa get for all of his trouble? [lead the kid from cookies to the good feeling of having done something for someone else]. Well, now YOU are ready to do your first job as a Santa!" Make sure you maintain the proper conspiratorial tone We then have the child choose someone they know-a neighbor, usually. Ihe child'S mission is to secretly, deviously, find out something that the person needs, and then provide it, wrap it, deliver it-and never reveal to the target where it came from. Being a Santa isn't about getting credit, you see. It's unselfish giving My oldest chose the "witch lady" on the corner. She really Was horrible--had a fence around the house and would never let the kids go in and get a stray ball or Frisbee. Shed yell at them to play quieter, etc--a real pill. He noticed when we drove to school that she came out every morning to get her paper in bare feet, so he decided she needed slippers. So then he had to go spy and decide how big her feet were. He hid in the bushes one Saturday, and decided she was a medium. We went to Kmart and bought warm slippers. He wrapped them up, and tagged it "merry Christmas from Santa. After dinner one evening, he slipped down to her house, and slid the package under her driveway gate. The next morning, we watched her waddle out to get the paper, pick up the present, and go inside. My son was all excited, and couldn't wait to see what would happen next. The next morning, as we drove off, there she was, out getting her paper--wearing the slippers. He was ecstatic. I had to remind him that NO ONE could ever know what he did, or he wouldn't be a Santa Over the years, he chose a good number of targets, always coming up with a unique present just for them. One year, he polished up his bike, put a new seat on it, and gave it to one of our friend's daughters. These people were and are very poor. We did ask the dad if it was ok The look on her face, when she saw the bike on the patio with a big bow on it, was almost as good as the look on my son's face When it came time for Son #2 to join the ranks, my oldest came along, and helpeo with the induction speech. They are both excellent gifters, by the way, and never felt that they had been lied to-because they were let in on the Secret of Beinga Santa <p><a href="http://cunningcelt.tumblr.com/post/154582029645/hilarious-nefarious-source" class="tumblr_blog">cunningcelt</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="https://hilarious-nefarious.tumblr.com/post/154579127965/source" class="tumblr_blog">hilarious-nefarious</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://imgur.com/gallery/qHrK6">Source</a><br/></p></blockquote> <p>This is bloody genius</p> </blockquote> <p>Love this. I’ve often thought about how to incorporate the magic of “Santa” with the real lessons in generosity as inspired by St. Nicholas.</p>
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Being Alone, Best Friend, and Blowjob: WOMEN REVEAL THE MOST PROMISCUOUS THINGS THEY'VE EVER DONE Stripped on a pool table while three guys watched and stuffed money in my underwear. I'm not a stripper I just did it for fun. I fucked two roommates and they both wanted to keep it a secret from each other. It lasted until they both moved away. A few times, one had left my bed only hours earlier and the other entered. The fun part was how they each lied to the other about where they Had sex on the hood of a Ferrari on the Las Vegas strip- it wasn't my car, or my friend's it was just some random car. Also a LOT of people stopped to watch. I didn't care, I was drunk, young, and on the hood of a Ferrari. One time I had a date with a guy named Jon. After the date he came back to my place, we watched a movie, had some wine, and then we fucked 3 times. About an hour after he left though, I was already horny again and this other guy I was talking to at the time (named John) texted me asking me what I was I ended up having sex with both John and Jon in the same night. Definitely my sluttiest I fooled around with a girl I met at a party When she passed out I proceeded to fuck her boyfriend with her lying right next to us. Had sex in the catacombs in Paris, with two separate guys, 30 minutes between the two. One I'd had about a ten min conversation with, the other l'd not spoken to at all. They're mutual friends so I suspect that if they didn't know then, they do by now One time I showed my boobs for a Panini. I was a Catholic schoolgirl. I blew one of my guy friends in the confessional at the Catholic church next door to our school. It was pitch black dark in that little wooden booth, so after a while we moved and fooled around some more in other areas of the church. Later he told me he felt really guilty about it, but I never did. Going to hell for that Had sex with my friend in the back of his car and ended up with a bunch of hickies. I went to a party with my (recently made) ex boyfriend right after. I hid my neck most of the night so he wouldn't see. When we left we went back to his house and had sex with the lights off and he ended up giving me hickies as well so when we turned on the lights he just thought that all the hickies I whipped out my b next to a bonfire and gave him a blowjob for inm I had a gangbang with three random guys streaming on a live webcam. 12 Met a guy at a bar who was blackout drunk, got to his apartment to find out he lived with his identical twin brother (who was similarly intoxicated). Proceeded to have sex with them at the same time. Not my best moment/probably ruined a family 1 Took a guy home from the bar, start fucking in front of his roommate, roommate joins, they basically fuck the life out of me. Hadn't been fucked like that in over a year. One night stand success. In high school I gave a guy a blowjob outside in the bushes at a college we were visiting for an abstinence talk. We had only known each other for about fifteen minutes beforehand. Had just been dumped by the guy I was seeing. Proceeded to go to a fetish club near my house where I then got absolutely shit faced and brought home two girls and a guy Vaguely remember pouring more drinks, some fun naked times with the girls and then passed out while giving the guy head. Spring Break 2009: Fucked a random guy I Went home with my best friend and these two guys after the bars, halfway through we decided to switch partners. Lost all my self respect and shame that night. I'll have sex with just about any guy who asks politely and doesn't smell. Does that make me a whore? I had sex with my same gender cousin while we were both staying at his parent's house. AND NOW ONE FROM A GUY First time at a strip club, I didn't really want to go. After all my friends found a girl and left a cute little stripper came up to me and asked why I was alone, she took me to the back for a dance. I was pretty drunk when she told me I was allowed to touch her and was instantly hard. She noticed and I told her she was allowed to touch it. I ate her out and fucked her without a condom Got chlamydia Promiscuous things
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Target, Tumblr, and Blog: official-sciencesideoftumbler: HIS FACE IS IN THE TREES AND IN THE BUSHES

official-sciencesideoftumbler: HIS FACE IS IN THE TREES AND IN THE BUSHES

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