Greetings to you as well. As for my skin, well having a hot spring would be nice for all the burns but just changing the bandages every so often does just fine for it. I don’t need to be careful with it, just have to finish fights before fifteen minutes.
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Mun: …
“…”
Mun: … Sorry about not being on here for quite a while.
“… Indeed.”
Mun: … You’re going to kill me now, aren’t you?
“… I might if you do it again.”
Mun: … Yes sir.
Yeah that’s totally true. I have a little bit of agriculture training from high school and pigs are big and mean sometimes. A friend of mine came up to us once with blood running down her arm because her pig thought it would be fun to bite her. When I worked at the Barn with mothers and babies for our county fair no one wanted to work with the pigs. BECAUSE YOU WOULD HAVE TO BE WATCHING HER 24/7 TO MAKE SURE SHE DIDN’T ROLL OVER ON THEM. Like have fun jumping into a pin with a 200 pound angry MOTHER pig just to get her off her babies to keep her from crushing them to death. The cage thing while feeding make so much more sense.Humane?
horrific.
horrific.
I honestly don’t know what has to happen for us to figure out that this is terrible and simply must stop. I just don’t know.
While I am vegan for environmental reasons, this is what I meant by “unethically acquired meat”. It’s cruel, sadistic, and is just not right. Now this is murder.
ok people seem to have a lot of misconceptions about this picture but as a pig farmer i think i can set the record straight.
this is actually much safer for the animals. Often in a natural setting the sow will roll on top of the cute little baby piglets and, you know, crush them to death. She will also occasionally roll onto her belly so that not all of the piglets can suckle and they end up dying of starvation. They don’t leave the mother pigs in these cruel-looking contraptions permanently, it’s just until the piglets are strong enough to be moved around on their own. The mother is also taken out of the cage, walked, fed, and then put on the other side she she gets exercised and doesn’t have health problems to do with immobility. Because the piglets can’t get right up to their mothers in the cage, they are put under heat lamps to keep warm. Back when we were more than a finishing operation, I saw this all the time and it was for the piglet’s safety, and is in fact not a cruel practice. This is a case of misinformation.
another swing and a miss for the tumblr vegans
I never understand why people get pissed at Nami for asking Luffy for help. She’s been fighting on her own for ten years and pushed away any help she can get. When she was driven to this corner, she still refused to give up, but knew she couldn’t do it without help. It’s character development, not a cliché.
Confession by touchmycape
Calm crimson eyes locked onto the female in front of the former assassin. A slow smirk formed on his burnt lips, “Welcome, my name is Makoto Shishio.” He greeted, tone relaxed but with a certain strength to it as the bandaged swordsman leaned back, eyes locked on the Arrancar.
The female stared at the man in front of her, he was an odd sight. “Tch, I don’t need to know your fucking name.” she snapped. She obviously wasn’t going to be very friendly to the man. Her eyes glared at him, while a smirk appeared on her face.
A light chuckle escaped him at the obviously hot-headed Arrancar, “Well at least you have spirit. Much different from the last few of your kind that I’ve met, Arrancar if I remember correctly.” His tone never changing though he glared back a bit, though no malice was behind it, only sheer ambition, confidence, and a certain amount of madness behind his crimson gaze. Definitely not lacking for courage… Though she didn’t seem all too bright, reminded him of a certain rooster-headed brawler actually.
Why I’m Voting For Mitt Romney (x)
iM SOBBING
SHE HAS A VIDEO CALLED “WHY ELVIS IS BETTER THAN THE BEATLES” TOO OH GOD
I was hoping this was a troll
But it turns out she’s serious.
I just.
Why
Oh yes, I remember watching someone on YouTube make a commentary on this video… I lose a little faith in humanity, or at least the US, with every word that comes out of her mouth.
Calm crimson eyes locked onto the female in front of the former assassin. A slow smirk formed on his burnt lips, “Welcome, my name is Makoto Shishio.” He greeted, tone relaxed but with a certain strength to it as the bandaged swordsman leaned back, eyes locked on the Arrancar.


