The More You Know ★
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- PhanLo2
- the vegans always telling people they are vegans.....capn_ron
- vegans are literally made out of meat. those hypocrites!sarahfailin
- ^LolPhanLo
- Bullshit, vegans didn't exist back in the 80s.Nairn
- Plus he’s married to Chelsea peretti so he’s sticking it to the white man at least 3 times a week lol_niko
- https://www.youtube.…Leigh
- @Nairn LOLKrassy
- api2
If Apple is telling you there is now way to recover all your iphone photos after your iphone fell into the toilet, turns out most of the time, its not true! They delete your posts if you tell others.
- Ramanisky22
LSD trips last a long time because a cell's serotonin receptor locks the LSD molecule into place by covering it, almost like a lid.
- sarahfailin0
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The saying "best laid plans..." is continued, "of mice and men, often go askew" and comes from this poem "To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest With the Plough, November, 1785" by a Scottish poet.
The original Scottish is really interesting to read and is mostly intelligible as English if you pronounce it aloud. And it's a really good poem!
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a pannic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.Thy wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!But, Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear



