kingofthekittycats
joose420:

darklordflareon:

liongirl5:

dennys:

Flaphack #7: *Magically transform an old concert lanyard into a soothing pancake scented car freshener! 
*not actually magic

DENNY’S WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN DOING

denny’s has the best social media marketing team ever look at this look at itthey knew their restaurant was the equivalent of 3am nightblogging and they just went with it

The best part is that it totally works.

joose420:

darklordflareon:

liongirl5:

dennys:

Flaphack #7: *Magically transform an old concert lanyard into a soothing pancake scented car freshener! 

*not actually magic

DENNY’S WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN DOING

denny’s has the best social media marketing team ever look at this look at it

they knew their restaurant was the equivalent of 3am nightblogging and they just went with it

The best part is that it totally works.

laserfilth
geistygeist:

thesixpennybook:

historical-nonfiction:

The Egyptian Mau is probably the oldest breed of cat. In fact, the breed is so ancient that its name is the Egyptian word for “cat.”

#did they name it mau because thats the sound cats make!?
now I am just imagining a very early Egyptian encountering a wild cat for the first time.
human: what the fuck are you?
cat: mau
human: oh okay then

*brings it back to his tribe’s camp*human: hey guys this things called a mau. we should probably worship itother humans: yeah okay

geistygeist:

thesixpennybook:

historical-nonfiction:

The Egyptian Mau is probably the oldest breed of cat. In fact, the breed is so ancient that its name is the Egyptian word for “cat.”

now I am just imagining a very early Egyptian encountering a wild cat for the first time.

human: what the fuck are you?

cat: mau

human: oh okay then

*brings it back to his tribe’s camp*
human: hey guys this things called a mau. we should probably worship it
other humans: yeah okay

faxingberlin

thewholesomehandbook:

Ah, October. 

Month of apples and pumpkins, of shaking out the winter blankets and knitting new warm woolen socks for the upcoming months. The time of harvest feasts and crunchy walks, maple syrup and dark lipstick. Boots and scarves dug up from the back of the closet, leather driving gloves and old fishermen’s sweaters. Cinnamon doughnuts and bonfires, witchy novels and ghost stories. I wait all year for October.