While babysitting my 9 year old little sister last night she asked me about “that swimming show” I watch all the time, so I quickly pulled up my RAWs and decided to show her Episode 7 just for kicks.
She cannot read nor understand a lick of Japanese, so these reactions are totally on the spot, right off the top of her precious little head.
I think her favorite character is Fish Master.
There are abandoned mental hospitals across the U.S. and horror took place in all of them. Here are six of the scariest of them all. See the whole gallery at Stuff You Should Know.
IF YOU BANG CAS, THERE IS A 100% CHANCE THAT DEAN WILL KILL YOU
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
How long have you been ten?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
OH MY LORD HELP
Please Help Thomas!
I try to give to funding campaigns for animals in need whenever I can, and I wanted to share this one with all of you because it’s a very special case.
Thomas was a street cat who was believed to be hit by a car, and his caregiver is now trying to raise funds for his medical care. He needs an MRI, prolapsed rectal surgery, and UTI treatments. Thomas will be euthanized if his caregiver can’t raise enough funds.
Please consider helping Thomas by donating. They’re at $2,385 of their $3,000 goal, but there are only 9 days left to donate (as I write this, it is 12/6 on the East Coast of the United States, GMT -5).
I’ve already donated, and I know there are many cat lovers who follow this blog who will help if they can. Even if all you can do right now is reblog, please do it! I really want to help Thomas and his caregiver have a chance.
Learn more about Thomas at his Facebook page, and donate to the campaign by clicking here. His caregiver even posted photos of the medical bills, so you can be sure that you’re giving to an honest cause.