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The Cardiff Giant“Look, Reverend, your book may have some literary value, but if I were to take it at face value, I would call it the most ludicrous thing ever put to print.”
The year was 1869. New York tobacco tycoon, George Hull, found himself in a heated debate with a Methodist priest. The debate took place at a Methodist revival meeting, which Hull decided to attend just so he could humor himself. Whatever humor he was seeking, the source was certainly not the Reverend.
“I hope God forgives you for those words, Mr. Hull,” the Reverend said while pointing at George with contempt.
“Reverend, you have studied the Christian faith for your entire life. Surely you don’t actually believe that the Bible should be taken literally.”
“I don’t see how I wouldn’t.”
“The Bible makes references to happenings that couldn’t have possibly happened in any time period. I believe there was a verse in Genesis abou
Banned Golden Age Cartoons and Modern SocietyWhen television became a new, exciting medium, many cartoonists decided to take advantage of this new opportunity by airing their old theatrical shorts during the daily broadcast. However, when they sent in their respective packages, some of them were rejected for insensitive content, primarily cartoons depicting minorities in an offensive light. Today, these rules are still in place. Television stations refuse to play these cartoons, and debates have sprung over what to do with these films and how the modern eye perceives them. Regardless of where these films are shown or distributed or how people perceive them, the racially insensitive cartoons of the Golden Age can, at their most basic core, inform viewers about the background and ideas that were prevalent during the time of their creation.
This will mostly focus on the Warner Brothers cartoons, since these types of gags were very prevalent in those cartoons, and the controversies surrounding them are more do
The Race With Two Endings“And here they come, folks! The racers are approaching the finish line!”
On a bright summer’s day in the middle of August in the tiny town of Twinnisville, NJ, the 34th annual Twins Street Marathon was nearing its end.
Fighting for the lead was 19-year-old Bowling High student, Pat Murphy, and his long-time enemy, the captain of the Bowling High track team, Stan Derkly. Ever since they fought over the last copy of Good Burger at Blockbuster all of those years ago, the two have been at each other’s throats, constantly trying to one-up each other in everything.
Pat had spent the last few weeks training for this marathon with his father, Ted Murphy. Ted was the captain of the Bowling High track team back in 1976. During those weeks, he put Pat on the treadmills, the exercise machines, the indoor tracks at gym, the sidewalks throughout the town, the works. He had grown happy with the fact that his son had taken an interest in something
I Hope You Don't CareHello, neighbor
I hope you don’t care
But the sun was rising
And I wanted to stare
So I burnt down your house
Right down to the ground
So I can now see
The sun, oh so round-
Eternal Youth by Harold WallEternal Youth
By Harold Wall
To those of you
Who have risen from the soil
Either during or before my sprouting
I cry at your insulting words
Not out of sorrow
Nor out of regret
But out of laughter
For all who complain at my sapling-esque lifestyle
Saying that it is against the rules
Of the universal garden
Look at yourselves
Have you been so blinded
By these so-called "rules"
That none of you realize
That you've turned this beautiful garden
Into a lifeless patch of ice?
Perhaps you forgot
The eternal rain and sunshine
You received as a sapling
Perhaps you forgot
Your first sight of the garden
How it was brimming with life
How every flower was joined leaf-in-leaf
Singing a beautiful harmony
And that harmony was given a name
A name whose beauty shone
Through simplicity alone
Though the saplings grew
Into beautiful, vibrant flowers
The path they chose to take
Contrasted with their beauty
They dove into what
Those damned "rules" of the garden called
A state where the rain an
Sight of the SibchiOh my gosh! No! No, I said I wouldn't do this again. I'm sorry, I'll be out in in why aren't you screaming? Why aren't you running away? Wow, you're the first person I've met who hasn't done any of those things. Hey, could you take some time to listen to me? I've been having these problems lately.
I don't understand what's wrong with people. All I do is try to help them, but for some reason, I only end up making things worse. What is it about me that make people act this way? I don't look dangerous it all! I'm a green ball trapped inside a blue ball with a face painted on it, for Pete's sake!
My name is Sibchi, I'm five years old, and I live somewhere between this one small cloud to the left and this bigger cloud that kind of looks like a fish on the right. You've probably never seen me before, and there's a pretty good re
Code Red Avenger x Pmsing ReaderAka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing you
“Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.
Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of relief you put your focus on making jelly toast instead of not killing your friend, only to find the jelly missing again. With a small growl you stole it from Tony again.
“I was using that.” He complained while he reached for it again. You put a stop to that though by twisting around and pointing the knife at him
Hetalia X Reader: The Translator
You walk up to one of your office colleague, Arthur Kirkland, with a folder to your side and look at him in concern
“You alright?” you asked, stopping in front of him.
Arthur looks down at his phone with a distress look
“No, I have a bit of a nightmare actually…” he sighs, looking up at you.
“What’s the matter?” you asked immediately in concern.
“Well we have all the NSOCO from around the world in this room” he gestures to the door beside him while smiling pathetically.
“In ten minutes the annual summit is supposed to take place” he takes a deep breath before continuing “They phone thousand of miles to get here and my translator hasn’t turned up” he scowls down at his phone.
You continue to watch him, still wonder what’s bothering him.
Arthur tear his gaze away from his phone and frowns
“I need to find someone who can translate into seven different languages…” he explaine
It's a rat Clint x Reader It was a peaceful Saturday morning and your faithful husband slept soundly in the bedroom, until you ear piercing shrieks filled the air. Clint’s eyes snapped open and within seconds his loaded bow was in his hands as he headed for your location.
“What’s wrong?” He nearly shouted as his wide eyes swept over the room. When he found nothing he diverted his gaze to your trembling form in search of wounds. You stood on top of the kitchen table, your horror struck eyes flickered between your left leg and the far corner of the room. Clint placed his hand on your leg to try and jumpstart you after he checked the room once again.
“It was a rat, a big fat rat! Ugh, it was crawling on my leg and wouldn’t let go!”
Clint sighed once before bending down and picking up one of the biscuits that littered the floor. His aim followed your gaze and with a small flick of his wrist the piece of bread flew through the air.
Spider (BEN DrownedXReader)BEN was playing Call Of Duty on his X-box when you walked by and ruffled his hair after removing his hat.
“Hey!” BEN whined.
“What?” You shrugged innocently.
“Give me my hat” BEN shot you a playful glare. You rolled your eyes at him and dropped his hat back onto his messy hair. You shook your head when he turned back and resumed his game and walked up to your room that you both shared. Sighing you looked down at your now ripped favourite t-shirt while damning Jeff to hell for ripping it. Just as you were about to change you saw something move out of the corner of your eye. You turned and shrieked at the sight of the spider’s sitting on the floor. You ran downstairs and tackled BEN who yelped and fell over.
“What the hell?!” BEN exclaimed.
“There are spiders in our room! Go kill them!” You replied.
“Oh hell no!” BEN shook his head.
“BEN!” You whined shaking him by the shoulders.
“I hate spide
Beaming Spock (Star TrekXReader)You sat bored in the control room of the Enterprise as everyone left to gather supplies for the next voyage. You smirked when you saw Spock walk by the room and pressed a few buttons aiming to beam him from room to room. Spock walked with his hands behind his back whistling a tune thinking he was alone when suddenly he was beamed to the main room.
"What the hell?" Spock said to himself before shrugging and walking back out. You smirked again and beamed him to another room leaving him confused.
"Who is beaming me?!" Spock yelled as you beamed him again.
"This is for not killing that spider in my room" You smirked beaming him as far as you could from his destination. Spock let out a shout of anger and stormed into the room you were in.
"(Y/N)! WHO IS ON THIS SHIP?!" Spock demanded.
"Me, you and Scotty" You replied.
"Are you beaming me from room to room?!" Spock growled.
"No sir'" You lied while laughing menacingly on the inside.
"Thank you" Spock nodded before storming off to
Friendstuck|..A new start, a new place...|
Beep, beep, beep, bee— SMASH.
..Okay. Probably not to the best way to shut the stupid thing up. Oh well. Mission accomplished anyways!!
And now, for your most arduous, painful and demanding mission yet:
....Going to school.
..With a groan, you got out of bed and got ready for your first day at your new school.
Throughout your life, you've more or less been a loner, as you are a (shy/sassy) type of person. You sigh. It'd be great if you managed to make some friends this year. No more being the awkward loner leftover hanging out with your good ol' friends: Dust, Corner, and the occasional cricket.
Phase 1 Complete:
You got your freaking schedule. Yay.
..Now, your first class is....
RWBY- We Swear It's Combat GearRWBY- We Swear It's Combat Gear
Part thirty-four of my RWBY series "Pollination: The Bumblebee and White Rose"
One of these combat suits isn't a contest entry. See if you can guess which one isn't like the others!
Velvet Scarlatina deals with an onslaught of "combat gear". Hilarity ensues.
"Penny, could you move Blake and Yang's bed over to the corner?" Ruby asks absentmindedly as she rummages behind a collapsable wall for changing clothes.
I stare at the bed. It's standard issue, and they're not so easily moved. "Of course, friend Ruby!" the girl responds with a robotic amount of joy and effortlessly pushes the bed over against the one that Ruby and Weiss share. She immediately calls to Ruby, "Task: Complete!" Gently placing her hands behind her back, she gleams with joy, unblinking.
"Woah." is all I can mutter. "How are you so strong, Penny?" I ask her with genuine curiosity. I'm totally not terrified of the possible answers.
"I am-" She begins.
"Combat ready!" She and Weiss finis
How to annoy AlastairAlastair sat on the couch of Slender Mansion gritting his teeth behind his mask. He closed his eyes and resisted the urge to yell at the 13 year old girl beside him.
“Come on!” Insane Smiles whined poking his side.
“No” Alastair gritted out while clenching his fists by his sides.
“But I’m bored!” Smiles exclaimed kneeling beside him.
“Go bother BEN” Alastair growled.
“No I wanna go killing!” Smiles replied.
“Well I don’t. Go ask Masky” Alastair sighed.
“Masky won’t go killing with me and I want you to take me!” Smiles pouted hoping it would convince him.
“I have a 14 year old sister Smiles nothing will work on me” Alastair smirked.
“Damn” Smiles muttered before getting an idea.
“Pwease Ali?” Smiles pouted as her bottom lip began to quiver.
“Still no” Alastair kept his gaze on the TV in front of him. A few seconds later he heard a light so
APH: Board Game Battle (Secret Santa Gift)2p!USA, 2p!Canada, USA & Canada: Brother's Board Game Battle
2p!America - Jason
2p!Canada - Matthieu
(I've seen different names be used, I prefer these)
The sun glowed dimly as it hung at the edge of the clouded sky. The weather had been gloomy for the past week, rain pattered on the roof every night and the storms had taken out the electricity several times. Right now, the same synchronization was being repeated; water trickled down the windowpanes and lightning occasional zapped in the sky. The constant barrage of attacks Mother Nature tormented the world with was more than pissing off a certain individual.
Matthieu, the 2p! version of Canada, was grumbling as he hunched himself against the concrete wall of the basement. The overgrown polar-bear beside him licked its bloody paws; the Canadian patted the large animal and continued to curse the stormy weather. At first, he liked the depressed atmosphere, but soon he got sick of it and yearned for it to go away and piss on someone
How OHSHC Came to Be -Parody-A man from Japan was sitting in his basement one day thinking of his next big idea. Suddenly, he got a call from his gay cousin, and he told him that he recently got engaged to a nice man from Osaka. The Japanese man happened to be extremely homophobic and reacted to it negatively. In order to vent his anger, he began drawing the most hurtful stereotypes for gay people he could think of. Luckily, his mind wasn't too warped, so the most hurtful thing he could come up with "OMG SO FABULOUS." After his venting was over with, he began drawing the first chapter of his new manga series.
A week later, he showed the idea to the CEO of the publishing company. He looked at it and said, "What the fuck is this shit?" After endless bitching for 2 hours straight, the man packed up and left the office. As he was leaving, his hateful drawing flew out of his briefcase. The CEO took one look at it and said
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