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socially-awkward-supervillian:
Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack pray that runs
jesus that is good to know.
Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten.
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetah’s are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetah’s are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Other’s will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll loose their cubs.
So zoo’s with breeding program’s had to figure out how to make Cheetah’s comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying.
So what’d they do?
They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs!
The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!AJHHHHFDDGHH SO PRECIOUS
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Interview with a Mexican Coke Dealer
Julián is a coke dealer. He’s 44. He’s been working Mexico City for two decades. He agreed to take us on a ride-along as he worked. The phone never stopped ringing, not for a minute.VICE: You couldn’t see us yesterday because you had a really important poker game. How was it?Julián: Great, man. I won. We split the pot. I got 1,000 pesos. It was relaxed. There was a tournament today, but I won’t be going.Do you have contacts with the police or politicians?Of course, with the AFI [Mexican FBI]. Everyone is well connected, and everyone is so full of bullshit—epecially over there in the organized crime and anti-kidnapping units. I take care of the heavyweights from the AFI. They send their bodyguards to me in armored cars and shit.[At this point, Julián pulls up to a drugstore.]You buying medicine?No, just candy for my diabetes. Oh, yeah, I’m diabetic. If you do not complicate your existence, fuck, life is worth shit. I won’t be long, hang in there.[Ten minutes later we are driving south of Mexico City.]Julián: Look at that guy [pointing at a trannie]. Shit. It’s a shame he’s got an antenna.Have you ever gotten a blowjob from one of them when you were really coked up and horny?With hookers, of course. At my age, I can’t be judged if I do a guy or I don’t.
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“Do you have vacations?
That’s the problem. Everyone tells me to go to Acapulco. “Let’s go there, let’s go to this place” and shit. I could go to Cuba or the States or wherever the fuck I want to go but the only thing in my mind right now is my kid, Fatty. He has autism. He was deaf, but now the little fucker can hear thanks to a cochlear implant. I’m sending the little asshole to China for some really expensive therapy, and then I’m buying a house with a pool, because the fucker loves water. My motivation, my goal, and my project is my kid. That’s it.”](http://24.media.tumblr.com/66c8b9e1127abc01925c3942cf5ed24d/tumblr_mme8snm6ky1qzikspo1_500.jpg)
