Tetracube posted:

It's also called "catfisting, grabbling, graveling, hogging, cat-daddling, dogging, gurgling, tickling and stumping"

Devor posted:

That's not cat-daddling

This is cat-daddling

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SF7G9UjVi0

Snapchat A Titty posted:

That there is caressing a cat's erogenous zones. I'm not even kidding.

Devor posted:

People unknowingly sexually satisfying cats is pretty Schadenfreudey

Devor posted:

Yes, hence

Wanamingo posted:

Don't tell me you've never heard of our fournding fathars. Sure, there's Benjarman Franklin, but who could forget about Ebraharm Lincoln? Thormes Jefferson? Graorge Washington? Or heck, even good old Alerxandar Hamilton?

I mean honestly, what do they teach kids in school these days.

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I am one of your season ticket holders who attends or tries to attend every game. It appears that one of the pastimes of several fans has become the sailing of paper airplanes generally made out of the game program. As you know, there is the risk of serious eye injury and perhaps an ear injury as a result of such airplanes. I am sure that this has been called to your attention and that several of your ushers and policemen witnessed the same.

Please be advised that since you are in a position to control or terminate such action on the part of fans, I will hold you responsible for any injury sustained by any person in my party attending one of your sporting events. It is hoped that this disrespectful and possibly dangerous activity will be terminated.

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Attached is a letter that we received on November 19, 1974. I feel that you should be aware that some rear end in a top hat is signing your name to stupid letters.

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Dayton, Ohio,

August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin's to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.

I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, "Them colored people were slaves" down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.

As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor's visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams's Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.

In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.

Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.

From your old servant,

Jourdon Anderson.

Snapchat A Titty posted:

Re: old letters justifiably making GBS threads all over their recipient (leftmost column, transcription below):




http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/01/to-my-old-master.html

[It is almost too good to be true, but being provably from 1865 I prefer to give the benefit of the doubt]

Snapchat A Titty posted:

[It is almost too good to be true, but being provably from 1865 I prefer to give the benefit of the doubt]

Telemaze posted:

It's real and historically verified. And an absolute thing of beauty. Apparently the old 'master' was super mad about it, too

Snapchat A Titty posted:

Re: old letters justifiably making GBS threads all over their recipient (leftmost column, transcription below):




http://www.lettersofnote.com/2012/01/to-my-old-master.html

[It is almost too good to be true, but being provably from 1865 I prefer to give the benefit of the doubt]

Snapchat A Titty posted:

Re: old letters justifiably making GBS threads all over their recipient (leftmost column, transcription below):

[It is almost too good to be true, but being provably from 1865 I prefer to give the benefit of the doubt]

tentative8e8op posted:

beato posted:

This actually happened to my friend, he got jumped by a chav with a small pen knife and asked "What are you gonna do with that, butter me to death?" then the chav stabbed him in the back.

RandomFerret posted:

MY DAUGHTER JUST GREW MUTTONCHOPS AND NOW SHE HAS OPINIONS ON SCOTTISH INDEPENDENCE

WHAT DID YOU DO

shinymodem posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cd7bSyUQADY

A pretty big compilation of some pretty brutal skate fuckups and other random poo poo.

shinymodem posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cd7bSyUQADY

A pretty big compilation of some pretty brutal skate fuckups and other random poo poo.

Rick_Hunter posted:

That is a Black if I've ever seen one.

Ogive posted:

That is one indefatigably, beautifully, well-written document. I stand in awe.

Telemaze posted:

It's real and historically verified. And an absolute thing of beauty. Apparently the old 'master' was super mad about it, too

Kikka posted:

No helmets 80% of the time

Pigsfeet on Rye posted:

What's also great is that the former slave lived a good life in Ohio, raised his family, and lived into his late 70's.
http://kottke.org/12/02/what-happened-to-the-former-slave-that-wrote-his-old-master

Wikipedia posted:

Aftermath

Colonel Anderson, having failed to attract his former slaves back, sold the land for a pittance to try to get out of debt. Two years later he was dead at the age of 44. Prior to 2006, historian Raymond Winbush tracked down the living relatives of the Colonel in Big Spring, reporting that they "are still angry at Jordan for not coming back," knowing that the plantation was in serious disrepair after the war.

Horrible Lurkbeast posted:

reporting that they "are still angry at Jordan for not coming back," knowing that the plantation was in serious disrepair after the war.

shinymodem posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cd7bSyUQADY

A pretty big compilation of some pretty brutal skate fuckups and other random poo poo.

Obdicut posted:

It's called 'noodling', and the fun part is doing it in turbid, cloudy water where you might be reaching in on a snapping turtle.

Related.

Araenna posted:

I love how people will crash in ways that could totally have broken their necks/backs, and their friends immediately move them. Pretty sure I learned about how you don't move people with possible back or neck injuries in elementary school.

Horrible Lurkbeast posted:

And some more info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jordan_Anderson

Colonel Anderson, having failed to attract his former slaves back, sold the land for a pittance to try to get out of debt. Two years later he was dead at the age of 44. Prior to 2006, historian Raymond Winbush tracked down the living relatives of the Colonel in Big Spring, reporting that they "are still angry at Jordan for not coming back," knowing that the plantation was in serious disrepair after the war.

shinymodem posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cd7bSyUQADY

A pretty big compilation of some pretty brutal skate fuckups and other random poo poo.