(first tiger jumps in) *laughing* Vanya, what is this? Van’ … Van’, get out of the boot, Van’. (second tiger approaches) Mishka … let’s go. Mish, let’s go. Mishka! Mish, let’s go. Come on, sit. Sit. (third tiger comes in) Bonya, you too are here! Ok let’s go guys. Let’s go! *starts singing* x
Just Russian Things
Big cat stuff can often be sketchy even if the content looks cute, so I clicked on the source for the video and this guy apparently runs a sanctuary for rescue tigers and other big cats near Moscow. His YouTube bio is in Russian, but here’s what it says according to Google Translate:
So you can feel happy knowing that these big dumb cats are loved and being looked after.
My hole, my fish! This is my fish in the hole! What are you doing? The audacity!.. [fox runs off, then returns] The audacity!! Why are you like this! You can’t be this fuckin shameless! Dude!! [fox jumps slightly, but doesn’t run off] Have some decency! Where are you– Who asked– Damn. [fox tries to steal the fish again] The audacity!!! How dare you? Don’t eat. Don’t eat! Don’t eat!! Off! This is my capelin! My fish, I’m telling you! My fish, my hole! [fox starts digging, the man watches quietly, then laughs] You’re quite a character. Aight, take, take it. [fox finally takes the fish] Good boy. This is for your digging trick. Good job.
I was looking at the page in Deadpool #7 where he’s going through Tony’s checkbook and I feel like there should be more recognition of the fact that Tony Stark once gave Ant-Man a thousand dollars to “buy some ants”.
Ant-Man, eh? so you, like, really like them? here go buy some
Concept: Ant-Man buys Tony a shit ton of irons. Like Tony opens the door and it’s just…irons.
When I was a very small child, my mom used to bury coins in my sandbox, leave huge boot prints in the sand, and tell me pirates had come in the night and buried treasure. I would be out there happily for hours, with my little sieve, and my mom got a quiet morning to herself for the price of a handful of pennies.
I was always kind of skeptical about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, because visiting every kid in the world did not seem reasonable. But the pirates only visited me, so they were probably real.
So that’s the story of how I ended up being an archaeologist. How about you?