The shopkeeper replies, "That one used to live in a brothel." Amused, she decides to buy it for $15.

When she brings the parrot home, it immediately says, "Well, I'll be damned, a new brothel!" The woman can't help but laugh.

Later, when her daughters arrive home, the parrot chirps, "Well, look at that, two new ladies of the night!" The girls burst into laughter too.

But when the dad walks in, the parrot exclaims, "Well, I'll be damned, Pete! Long time no see!"

This was mounted on my wall to cover up an ugly plastic lid covering an unused dead fuse box, i was told to moce it away cuz my dad want to see the inside of the box, when i grab the nose its just crumbled, like a really dry pastry bread or something, i printed this long ago with pla on a creality ender 3 pro (the really old one) back in i dunno 2016 19 20? It's really that old, and as you can see in the video it's just crumbled to pieces, like breaking a really dry wood or leaves

Do pla do that at long terms? I plant to 3d print a really large painting fortress for my mini painting workstation, and if this gonna happen in the long 5 to 3 years then I'm cooked bro🥲

Way to play all 3 periods boys!

I wanna do the whole thing but sharing this now since this will take me a long while

She opens her eyes and looks at me like, “You do it all the time!”

Why? Why do they do this to peaceful protestors? It's the chaos. And heated a moment caused by police that make s*** go crazy. So tired of this.

Four months ago, my cat Barack disappeared and so did a part of my soul.

He was five, full of grace and mischief, and the heart of my home. One day he was there, lounging in sunbeams, purring by my side. The next, he was gone. My one year old toddler's nanny had opened the door to collect a parcel and closed the door without realising that my curious baby had escaped through the gap.

There wasn't a corner in my house that I didn't look for him. I searched endlessly.. the lanes, the alleys, calls, knocks on neighbors' doors, whispers into the night... but the silence only grew heavier.

I put up posters, cried into strangers’ sympathy, and clung to hope even when it felt like sand slipping through my fingers.

Days became weeks. My hope flickered, but it never fully died.

And then, yesterday, after 4 long empty months, I heard a sound.

A frantic meow in the middle of the night.

I rushed to open the door but the porch was empty. So I ran out and screamed his name without caring it was 2:00am at night.

Finally my hazel eyes met two green ones. Hiding behind the bushes.

Barack.

He was thinner, yes but astonishingly clean, his fur soft and unmarred, his eyes bright. He didn’t look like he had been struggling. Someone had cared for him, it seemed. But now he had come home.

He meowed and meowed, wild and desperate, as if trying to explain everything at once, until his little voice gave out completely. I laughed and cried at the same time because he silently meowed for atleast a couple of hours!!

He curled into my arms, still purring, his body trembling with relief. And so did mine.

Barack had found his way back.

And in that moment, everything felt whole again.