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    Gangly: gaymerlvl-pharmercy:

birbiebabies:

chamfrons-checques-n-champignons:

betheothergirl:

solitarelee:

221cbakerstreet:

spookyrawr:

rassoey:

avianawareness:

aph-romania:

reallymisscoffee:

dansknapp:

stultiloquentia:

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Crows are scaryThey
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.Ā  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.Ā  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.Ā  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.Ā  THEN, OH WEā€™RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WERENā€™T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.Ā  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys Iā€™m really scared of crows now.(q)Ā 

Yeah but have you seen thisĀ 


A colleague of my dadā€™s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. ā€œOh hell,ā€ she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,theyā€™re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ā€˜Buckā€™.Wellā€¦ months passed and Buckā€™s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldnā€™t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Wellā€¦ near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumpedā€¦ and just before he hit the ground, he soaredĀ back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like Iā€™d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.Ā 
Cut to the next spring? Iā€™m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a soundā€¦ a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.Ā 
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buckā€¦ and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. thatā€™s so beautiful.

Donā€™t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.Ā 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldnā€™t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.Ā 
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was ā€œallowedā€ to walk up close and pick him up, he couldnā€™t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like iā€™ve adopted a son.

Best birbs !!


your son is Beautiful and Strong

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

Like, I wouldnā€™t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they arenā€™t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.
As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wingā€“who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater.Ā 

!!!!


I donā€™t think Iā€™ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.


Heā€™s so handsome!!



I would trust a crow with my life
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gangly: gaymerlvl-pharmercy:

birbiebabies:

chamfrons-checques-n-champignons:

betheothergirl:

solitarelee:

221cbakerstreet:

spookyrawr:

rassoey:

avianawareness:

aph-romania:

reallymisscoffee:

dansknapp:

stultiloquentia:

doctormemelordmd:

fangirling-so-hard-rn:

Crows are scaryThey
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.Ā  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.Ā  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.Ā  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.Ā  THEN, OH WEā€™RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WERENā€™T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.Ā  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys Iā€™m really scared of crows now.(q)Ā 

Yeah but have you seen thisĀ 


A colleague of my dadā€™s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. ā€œOh hell,ā€ she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,theyā€™re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ā€˜Buckā€™.Wellā€¦ months passed and Buckā€™s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldnā€™t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Wellā€¦ near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumpedā€¦ and just before he hit the ground, he soaredĀ back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like Iā€™d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.Ā 
Cut to the next spring? Iā€™m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a soundā€¦ a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.Ā 
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buckā€¦ and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. thatā€™s so beautiful.

Donā€™t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.Ā 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldnā€™t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.Ā 
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was ā€œallowedā€ to walk up close and pick him up, he couldnā€™t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like iā€™ve adopted a son.

Best birbs !!


your son is Beautiful and Strong

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

Like, I wouldnā€™t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they arenā€™t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.
As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wingā€“who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater.Ā 

!!!!


I donā€™t think Iā€™ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.


Heā€™s so handsome!!



I would trust a crow with my life
                
            

            
            
gaymerlvl-pharmercy:

birbiebabies:

chamfrons-checques-n-champignons:

betheothergirl:

solitarelee:

221cbakerstreet:

spookyrawr:

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    Gangly: now you kno!
 Crows are quite similar to humans
 isit their aging parents many y
 after they have left the nest.
 and v
 ears
 nowyoukno.com
solitarelee:
221cbakerstreet:

spookyrawr:

rassoey:

avianawareness:

aph-romania:

reallymisscoffee:

dansknapp:

stultiloquentia:

doctormemelordmd:

fangirling-so-hard-rn:

Crows are scaryThey
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.Ā  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.Ā  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.Ā  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.Ā  THEN, OH WEā€™RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WERENā€™T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.Ā  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys Iā€™m really scared of crows now.(q)Ā 

Yeah but have you seen thisĀ 


A colleague of my dadā€™s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. ā€œOh hell,ā€ she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,theyā€™re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ā€˜Buckā€™.Wellā€¦ months passed and Buckā€™s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldnā€™t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Wellā€¦ near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumpedā€¦ and just before he hit the ground, he soaredĀ back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like Iā€™d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.Ā 
Cut to the next spring? Iā€™m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a soundā€¦ a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.Ā 
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buckā€¦ and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. thatā€™s so beautiful.

Donā€™t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.Ā 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldnā€™t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.Ā 
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was ā€œallowedā€ to walk up close and pick him up, he couldnā€™t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like iā€™ve adopted a son.

Best birbs !!


your son is Beautiful and Strong

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gangly: now you kno!
 Crows are quite similar to humans
 isit their aging parents many y
 after they have left the nest.
 and v
 ears
 nowyoukno.com
solitarelee:
221cbakerstreet:

spookyrawr:

rassoey:

avianawareness:

aph-romania:

reallymisscoffee:

dansknapp:

stultiloquentia:

doctormemelordmd:

fangirling-so-hard-rn:

Crows are scaryThey
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.Ā  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.Ā  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.Ā  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.Ā  THEN, OH WEā€™RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WERENā€™T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.Ā  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys Iā€™m really scared of crows now.(q)Ā 

Yeah but have you seen thisĀ 


A colleague of my dadā€™s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. ā€œOh hell,ā€ she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,theyā€™re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ā€˜Buckā€™.Wellā€¦ months passed and Buckā€™s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldnā€™t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Wellā€¦ near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumpedā€¦ and just before he hit the ground, he soaredĀ back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like Iā€™d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.Ā 
Cut to the next spring? Iā€™m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a soundā€¦ a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.Ā 
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buckā€¦ and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. thatā€™s so beautiful.

Donā€™t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.Ā 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldnā€™t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.Ā 
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was ā€œallowedā€ to walk up close and pick him up, he couldnā€™t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like iā€™ve adopted a son.

Best birbs !!


your son is Beautiful and Strong

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

                
            

            
            
solitarelee:
221cbakerstreet:

spookyrawr:

rassoey:

avianawareness:

aph-romania:

reallymisscoffee:

dansknapp:

stultiloquentia:

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    Gangly: IM WITH MY GANG, song (More Friends) Available everywhere!! Link in bio! Fire animation done by @ged_kid,
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gangly: IM WITH MY GANG, song (More Friends) Available everywhere!! Link in bio! Fire animation done by @ged_kid,
                
                

                
            

            
            
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    Gangly: Grandpa got that ill jump shot O
 Bonk gang
TOO NICE šŸ‹ @funnyblack.s āž”ļø TAG 5 FRIENDS āž”ļø @daynaz_ (Credit) āž”ļø TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gangly: Grandpa got that ill jump shot O
 Bonk gang
TOO NICE šŸ‹ @funnyblack.s āž”ļø TAG 5 FRIENDS āž”ļø @daynaz_ (Credit) āž”ļø TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS
                
                

                
            

            
            
TOO NICE šŸ‹ @funnyblack.s āž”ļø TAG 5 FRIENDS āž”ļø @daynaz_ (Credit) āž”ļø TURN ON POST NOTIFICATIONS

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Gangly: Florida Executes First White Man
 Convicted Of Killing Black Man
 @balleralert
Florida Executes First White Man Convicted Of Killing Black Man - blogged by @RaquelHarrisTV ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € On Thursday, August 24th, Florida broke its own history. The state, for the first time ever, executed a white man for killing a black man since the death penalty was reinstated 47 years ago. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € Fifty-three-year-old Mark James Asay ā€“ a former white supremacist gang member ā€“ was executed by lethal injection for two racially motivated, and premeditated murders he committed on the same day in Jacksonville in 1987. He was convicted by a jury in 1988 with a vote of nine to three. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € His two victims were Robert Lee Booker, 34, (African American) and Roger McDowell, 26, (white-Hispanic). After making multiple racial comments, Booker was shot, prosecuters said. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € McDowell was a cross-dresser who was white and Hispanic at the time of his Murder. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € According to officials, Asay hired McDowell for oral sex and shot him six times once he discovered his gender. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € Even though Asay is the first white man to be executed in Florida for killing a Black man, there have been at least 20 Black men who have been executed for killing white victims since the death penalty was reinstated in 1976, according to research from the Death Penalty Information Center. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € Asay was pronounced dead at 6:22pm at the state prison at Starke. His death was made up of a three-drug injections that started with anesthetic and etomida.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gangly: Florida Executes First White Man
 Convicted Of Killing Black Man
 @balleralert
Florida Executes First White Man Convicted Of Killing Black Man - blogged by @RaquelHarrisTV ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € On Thursday, August 24th, Florida broke its own history. The state, for the first time ever, executed a white man for killing a black man since the death penalty was reinstated 47 years ago. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € Fifty-three-year-old Mark James Asay ā€“ a former white supremacist gang member ā€“ was executed by lethal injection for two racially motivated, and premeditated murders he committed on the same day in Jacksonville in 1987. He was convicted by a jury in 1988 with a vote of nine to three. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € His two victims were Robert Lee Booker, 34, (African American) and Roger McDowell, 26, (white-Hispanic). After making multiple racial comments, Booker was shot, prosecuters said. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € McDowell was a cross-dresser who was white and Hispanic at the time of his Murder. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € According to officials, Asay hired McDowell for oral sex and shot him six times once he discovered his gender. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € Even though Asay is the first white man to be executed in Florida for killing a Black man, there have been at least 20 Black men who have been executed for killing white victims since the death penalty was reinstated in 1976, according to research from the Death Penalty Information Center. ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € Asay was pronounced dead at 6:22pm at the state prison at Starke. His death was made up of a three-drug injections that started with anesthetic and etomida.
                
            

            
            
Florida Executes First White Man Convicted Of Killing Black Man - blogged by @RaquelHarrisTV ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā €ā € On Thursday, August 24th, Florida br...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







    Gangly: Puppy eyes
Life update: remember the caption I wrote about bending down and busting the ass seam out of my suit pants? Well I sewed them up myself (as I wrote back then) with light grey thread but the suit was dark grey. To me the shit look fine. Like the stitching was on point low key I was proud of myself lol. But lo and behold yesterday I get an email from my homie who is head of facilities at the firm: "smash, it has come to my attention that you may not be aware that there is a large tear in the seat of your pants." OK. So lemme be clear. Yes the stitching down my ass crack is contrasting. However it is not a large tear. In fact the tear has been repaired. THE LARGER ISSUE AT HAND IS WHY THE SECRETARIES HAD TO GANG UP AND APPROACH THE HEAD OF FACILITIES TO SEND THIS EMAIL. WHY YALL LOOKING AT SMASH'S BUTT CHEEKS IN THE FIRST PLACE, THIS THE REAL QUESTION. I CAME TO THIS FIRM READY TO PROVE MYSELF. I DONE PULLED THE MULTIPLE ALL NIGHTERS. I DONE WORKED IN SEVERAL OF OUR OFFICES GLOBALLY. DONE MISSED EVERY PERSONAL ENGAGEMENT IMAGINABLE TO GET DEALS DONE. AND AFTER ALL THIS, I'M JUST A SEXY PIECE OF HALAL ASS-MEAT FOR THE SECRETARIES TO GIGGLE AT. OK. SO THIS IS WHERE THINGS STAND. JUST EYE CANDY FOR YALL. WELL SAY NO MORE. TOMORROW IMMA WEAR HIJAB. AND A TRENCH COAT. "Have you seen smash today in a erykah badu head wrap? Did he lose his mind??" NAH BUT APPARENTLY YALL CAN'T STOP STARING SO I HAD TO CUT OFF THE SUPPLY. FIND ANOTHER PAIR OF BOUNTEOUS ASS CHEEKS TO OGLE THIS ONE IS OVER ISS CANCELED BLESS UP šŸ˜’šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚ (šŸ“ø: Reddit u-cantthinkofanamern)
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gangly: Puppy eyes
Life update: remember the caption I wrote about bending down and busting the ass seam out of my suit pants? Well I sewed them up myself (as I wrote back then) with light grey thread but the suit was dark grey. To me the shit look fine. Like the stitching was on point low key I was proud of myself lol. But lo and behold yesterday I get an email from my homie who is head of facilities at the firm: "smash, it has come to my attention that you may not be aware that there is a large tear in the seat of your pants." OK. So lemme be clear. Yes the stitching down my ass crack is contrasting. However it is not a large tear. In fact the tear has been repaired. THE LARGER ISSUE AT HAND IS WHY THE SECRETARIES HAD TO GANG UP AND APPROACH THE HEAD OF FACILITIES TO SEND THIS EMAIL. WHY YALL LOOKING AT SMASH'S BUTT CHEEKS IN THE FIRST PLACE, THIS THE REAL QUESTION. I CAME TO THIS FIRM READY TO PROVE MYSELF. I DONE PULLED THE MULTIPLE ALL NIGHTERS. I DONE WORKED IN SEVERAL OF OUR OFFICES GLOBALLY. DONE MISSED EVERY PERSONAL ENGAGEMENT IMAGINABLE TO GET DEALS DONE. AND AFTER ALL THIS, I'M JUST A SEXY PIECE OF HALAL ASS-MEAT FOR THE SECRETARIES TO GIGGLE AT. OK. SO THIS IS WHERE THINGS STAND. JUST EYE CANDY FOR YALL. WELL SAY NO MORE. TOMORROW IMMA WEAR HIJAB. AND A TRENCH COAT. "Have you seen smash today in a erykah badu head wrap? Did he lose his mind??" NAH BUT APPARENTLY YALL CAN'T STOP STARING SO I HAD TO CUT OFF THE SUPPLY. FIND ANOTHER PAIR OF BOUNTEOUS ASS CHEEKS TO OGLE THIS ONE IS OVER ISS CANCELED BLESS UP šŸ˜’šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚ (šŸ“ø: Reddit u-cantthinkofanamern)
                
            

            
            
Life update: remember the caption I wrote about bending down and busting the ass seam out of my suit pants? Well I sewed them up myself (...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







    Gangly: Whole lot of gang shit
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
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    Gangly: now you kno!
 Crows are quite similar to humans
 isit their aging parents many y
 after they have left the nest.
 and v
 ears
 nowyoukno.com
memeromano:

shadesofmauve:
solitarelee:

221cbakerstreet:

spookyrawr:

rassoey:

avianawareness:

aph-romania:

reallymisscoffee:

dansknapp:

stultiloquentia:

doctormemelordmd:

fangirling-so-hard-rn:

Crows are scaryThey
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.Ā  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.Ā  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.Ā  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.Ā  THEN, OH WEā€™RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WERENā€™T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.Ā  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys Iā€™m really scared of crows now.(q)Ā 

Yeah but have you seen thisĀ 


A colleague of my dadā€™s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. ā€œOh hell,ā€ she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,theyā€™re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ā€˜Buckā€™.Wellā€¦ months passed and Buckā€™s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldnā€™t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Wellā€¦ near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumpedā€¦ and just before he hit the ground, he soaredĀ back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like Iā€™d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.Ā 
Cut to the next spring? Iā€™m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a soundā€¦ a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.Ā 
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buckā€¦ and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. thatā€™s so beautiful.

Donā€™t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.Ā 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldnā€™t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.Ā 
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was ā€œallowedā€ to walk up close and pick him up, he couldnā€™t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like iā€™ve adopted a son.

Best birbs !!


your son is Beautiful and Strong

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

It took just three days of giving offerings (peanuts!) on my walk to get the nesting crow pair there to stop dive bombing my head and instead come hang out with me.
Two days ago I met their kid!Ā 
Moral: If youā€™re scared of crows, make friends with them. Theyā€™ll remember you!

Iā€™M GONNA REBLOG THIS EVERYTIME I SEE IT BECAUSE THESE STORIES ARE BEAUTIFUL
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gangly: now you kno!
 Crows are quite similar to humans
 isit their aging parents many y
 after they have left the nest.
 and v
 ears
 nowyoukno.com
memeromano:

shadesofmauve:
solitarelee:

221cbakerstreet:

spookyrawr:

rassoey:

avianawareness:

aph-romania:

reallymisscoffee:

dansknapp:

stultiloquentia:

doctormemelordmd:

fangirling-so-hard-rn:

Crows are scaryThey
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.Ā  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.Ā  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.Ā  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.Ā  THEN, OH WEā€™RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WERENā€™T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.Ā  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys Iā€™m really scared of crows now.(q)Ā 

Yeah but have you seen thisĀ 


A colleague of my dadā€™s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. ā€œOh hell,ā€ she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,theyā€™re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ā€˜Buckā€™.Wellā€¦ months passed and Buckā€™s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldnā€™t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Wellā€¦ near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumpedā€¦ and just before he hit the ground, he soaredĀ back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like Iā€™d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.Ā 
Cut to the next spring? Iā€™m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a soundā€¦ a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.Ā 
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buckā€¦ and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. thatā€™s so beautiful.

Donā€™t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.Ā 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldnā€™t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.Ā 
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was ā€œallowedā€ to walk up close and pick him up, he couldnā€™t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like iā€™ve adopted a son.

Best birbs !!


your son is Beautiful and Strong

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

It took just three days of giving offerings (peanuts!) on my walk to get the nesting crow pair there to stop dive bombing my head and instead come hang out with me.
Two days ago I met their kid!Ā 
Moral: If youā€™re scared of crows, make friends with them. Theyā€™ll remember you!

Iā€™M GONNA REBLOG THIS EVERYTIME I SEE IT BECAUSE THESE STORIES ARE BEAUTIFUL
                
            

            
            
memeromano:

shadesofmauve:
solitarelee:

221cbakerstreet:

spookyrawr:

rassoey:

avianawareness:

aph-romania:

reallymisscoffee:

dans...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            







    Gangly: Senior: I love you. Can we fuck?
 Freshman: Yeah
 Senior: BOONK GANG whole
 lotta gang shit
Why do people think running a meme page is easy. This probably the worse thing to ever happen to me. Don't get me wrong I love my followers but I hate the hoes online and the fashionova promotions. I'm tired of opening my dms to " I love your page so much bro it would mean a lot to me if you shouted me out.". Most of the girls that I dm live on the other side of the world and would require me to use my nimbus to travel the seven seas for some pussy. My mom constantly on my ass about running my data up. Verizon be expensive too. My phone always dead because I'm senselessly refreshing iG to not look awkward when I'm standing near a bad bitch. Instagram be draining my battery too. My phone be over heated all the time. Phone has the inferno of 1000 hot pockets. Once your friends find out you run a meme page they switch up. All you gonna hear is "yooo bro shout me out" I don't even get a "how you doing bro" no more. When people at my school found out I ran a meme page they asked 21 questions. I don't wanna talk about my crippling depression that I use pictures with subtitles to fill that void. When I post shoutouts people be in my ass. Like damn fam can I get this 40 for this 8th about to smoke? I be seeing super sized titties, oiled up booties in thongs from these insta thots all the time but let a meme be about white people, homosexuality or feminist and I'm flagged quicker than I cum. Fuck instagram we back on MySpace.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Gangly: Senior: I love you. Can we fuck?
 Freshman: Yeah
 Senior: BOONK GANG whole
 lotta gang shit
Why do people think running a meme page is easy. This probably the worse thing to ever happen to me. Don't get me wrong I love my followers but I hate the hoes online and the fashionova promotions. I'm tired of opening my dms to " I love your page so much bro it would mean a lot to me if you shouted me out.". Most of the girls that I dm live on the other side of the world and would require me to use my nimbus to travel the seven seas for some pussy. My mom constantly on my ass about running my data up. Verizon be expensive too. My phone always dead because I'm senselessly refreshing iG to not look awkward when I'm standing near a bad bitch. Instagram be draining my battery too. My phone be over heated all the time. Phone has the inferno of 1000 hot pockets. Once your friends find out you run a meme page they switch up. All you gonna hear is "yooo bro shout me out" I don't even get a "how you doing bro" no more. When people at my school found out I ran a meme page they asked 21 questions. I don't wanna talk about my crippling depression that I use pictures with subtitles to fill that void. When I post shoutouts people be in my ass. Like damn fam can I get this 40 for this 8th about to smoke? I be seeing super sized titties, oiled up booties in thongs from these insta thots all the time but let a meme be about white people, homosexuality or feminist and I'm flagged quicker than I cum. Fuck instagram we back on MySpace.
                
            

            
            
Why do people think running a meme page is easy. This probably the worse thing to ever happen to me. Don't get me wrong I love my followe...