Their reaction:My reaction:
"Oh, I’m sorry, did you not want to learn about the spines on cat penises?"
One of my favourite party stories
a guide to some common and/or popular australian birbs by your friendly neighborhood australian
emus always seemed more psychotic than stupid to me
DO NOT ENGAGE THIS BIRD
Anything from Australia will onyl be nice to you only if you have food
except the cassowary, you stay the fuck away from those demons
I can’t even decided whether i would fight a bear or a cassowary in hand to hand combat.
They will fuck your shit up
And the feed needed.
Also, how does it get through the doors…?
I could ride the kitty around town! All the petrol money savings!
It would also have a rainbow saddle…because rainbow
All the petrol money you would save would go on food! On the plus side, it could fight off your enemies.
Who has parents that agreed to hand rear a 2 day old kitten?
My brother decided to rescue this little guy, but he is on holidays, so the task falls to my parents for the next 2 weeks.
I wish them all the luck! Hopefully the kitten will make it (just in time for me to desex it in spey clinic next year!)
my brain just DMPLOded.
You’ll never know…
"Where is that stupid folded edge??? Wait, did that corner touch the floor? Shit."
Inspired by feministspacebats' run in with pharmacology, and my recent failure in small animal internal rotations (as well as many other subjects, but I actually did fail the rotation…)
There are few things more crushing than working hard for something and then failing miserably, and there are even fewer things that can make you angrier than working hard for something and have someone else make you fail.
Nothing says vet school like soul crushing defeat.
I am not a HD student. I am not even a credit student.
I am the person that everyone warns will have trouble in practice.
The problem is that I love veterinary practice. I cherish the time I get to spend in clinics and I don’t dread the long and busy days.
We can always do better, study harder, work longer.
But at what point does it become detrimental to our well-being? Where do we draw the line between laziness and self-care?
If someone has any idea, please let me know…