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Dad, Food, and Girls: Farhan Follow @Ahwhateverr Now that I know what type of watermelon to pick up from the local food store, i'm ready to become a dad. Kaveri Shenoy O+ April 4 at 4:39 AM- Tips GOOD THE BEST WATERY SWEET 4. 'Boy' and 'girl' watermelons: Many people do not know that farmers differentiate watermelons by gender. For example, 'boys' are bigger, have an elongated shape, and a watery taste. The 'girls' have 2. Look for the field spot: The yellow spot, known as the field spot, is the place where the watermelon rested on the ground. Ripe watermelons always have creamy yellow or even orange-yellow spots, 5. Inspect the tail: A dried tail indicates that the watermelon is ripe. However, if the tail is green, it probably means that the watermelon was picked too soon and will not be ripe Remember to kindly like and share this post to others. 3. Pay attention to the size: It is better to choose neither the largest nor the smallest watermelon. Select an average-sized fuit. And note, please: large or small, the watermelon should feel heavy for its size. Like Share Comment Follow @blurrbubble My dad just slaps it and knows Farhan @Ahwhateverr Now that I know what type of watermelon to pick up from mme'er the local food store, i'm ready to become a dad. Show this thread 2:21 PM-12 Apr 2019 F#x XY"eitiil Retweets il@).il,'il42 likes honeyngld: jooshcognito: gahdamnpunk: It’s cause all dads speak in watermelon Me, slapping a bothered watermelon in the Safeway produce section: Hnnng yea she riddy My mom just flicks it, it has to be a southern thing
Dad, Food, and Girls: Farhan
 Follow
 @Ahwhateverr
 Now that I know what type of
 watermelon to pick up from the local
 food store, i'm ready to become a dad.

 Kaveri Shenoy
 O+
 April 4 at 4:39 AM-
 Tips
 GOOD
 THE BEST
 WATERY
 SWEET
 4. 'Boy' and 'girl' watermelons: Many people do not
 know that farmers differentiate watermelons by
 gender. For example, 'boys' are bigger, have an
 elongated shape, and a watery taste. The 'girls' have
 2. Look for the field spot: The yellow spot, known as
 the field spot, is the place where the watermelon
 rested on the ground. Ripe watermelons always
 have creamy yellow or even orange-yellow spots,
 5. Inspect the tail: A dried tail indicates that the
 watermelon is ripe. However, if the tail is green, it
 probably means that the watermelon was picked
 too soon and will not be ripe
 Remember to kindly like and share this post to
 others.
 3. Pay attention to the size: It is better to choose
 neither the largest nor the smallest watermelon.
 Select an average-sized fuit. And note, please:
 large or small, the watermelon should feel heavy for
 its size.
 Like
 Share
 Comment

 Follow
 @blurrbubble
 My dad just slaps it and knows
 Farhan @Ahwhateverr
 Now that I know what type of watermelon to pick up from
 mme'er
 the local food store, i'm ready to become a dad.
 Show this thread
 2:21 PM-12 Apr 2019
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 XY"eitiil Retweets
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honeyngld:
jooshcognito:

gahdamnpunk:
It’s cause all dads speak in watermelon

Me, slapping a bothered watermelon in the Safeway produce section: Hnnng yea she riddy 


My mom just flicks it, it has to be a southern thing

honeyngld: jooshcognito: gahdamnpunk: It’s cause all dads speak in watermelon Me, slapping a bothered watermelon in the Safeway produce se...

Being Alone, Friends, and Hello: firesuns: spirituallyminded: It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore. “Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh. “Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet,” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice. “We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.” Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.” Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house. Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?” “We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.” “Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better. Because Pooh and Piglet were There. No more; no less. ~ Kathryn Wallace
Being Alone, Friends, and Hello: firesuns:

spirituallyminded:

It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.
“Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.
“Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet,” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.
“We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”
Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.”
Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.
Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.”
“Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.
Because Pooh and Piglet were There. No more; no less.
~ Kathryn Wallace

firesuns: spirituallyminded: It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats...

Advice, Children, and Club: I My [38M] girlfriend [32F] of 3 years owns a pornstore/strip club. I want her to sell it before l propose gfclubowner-3 days ago . relationship-advice-46% upvoted My girlfriend was left a pornstore and strip club by her dad when he died 8 years ago. He left it go to be a shithole, but she poured her entire inheritance and took out some loans to revamp them both. owns a pornstore/strip club. I want her to sell it before I propose gfelubowner-3 days ago . relationship-advice-91 % upvoted It is now a popular, well managed establishment. She makes a decent life, but I have issues and I want her to sell it before of 3 years_owns a/ I will even think of proposing. I decided to tell her that the sexual side of the store and don't think the adult industry is a positive place for anyone. can't tell my strict Catholic parents what she does for a living ub bothered me, and that I wanted her to sell it before I would propose. I made breakfast before she left to go over to the store for the day. She has to put a lot of time into the club. Saturday, we had plans to go see Shazam and have dinner. She got called that a bartender's kid is sick and she ended up working until 4 am due to no coverage. She dumped me on the spot. She said she enjoys her work, loves the adult industry, and has no plans on selling ever. She said she has worked too hard and too long for that sort of "bullshit. This is a regular occurence in some capacity. She just shrugs at me and tells me it's part of being an active owner of a successful business. She ends up working until 4 am at least 4 times a week We don't live together, so we walked through her apartment to gather my things. We gave each other's keys back. She already blocked me on facebook. She is adamant that she will not sell. I need some good points 11:00 AM - 12 Apr 2019 My [38M] girlfriend [32F) of 3 years owns a pornstore/strip club. I want her to sell it before I propose. gfclubowner . 3 days ago . relationship-advice-46% upvoted My girlfriend was left a pornstore and strip club by her dad when he died 8 years ago. He left it go to be a shithole, but she poured her entire inheritance and took out some loans to revamp them both. It is now a popular, well managed establishment. She makes a decent life, but I have issues and I want her to sell it before I will even think of proposing. I don't think the adult industry is a positive place for anyone. I can't tell my strict Catholic parents what she does for a living. She has to put a lot of time into the club. Saturday, we had plans to go see Shazam and have dinner. She got called that a bartender's kid is sick and she ended up working until 4 am due to no coverage. This is a regular occurence in some capacity. She just shrugs at me and tells me it's part of being an active owner of a successful business. She ends up working until 4 am at least 4 times a week. She is adamant that she will not sell. I need some good points as to why she should. Points involving children will not work, as she doesn't want childrern Tl;dr: my gf owns a strip club. I want to give her good reasons to sell. [UPDATE] My [38M] girlfriend [32F] of 3 years owns a pornstore/strip club. I want her to sell it before I propose. gfclubowner . 3 days ago-relationship-advice-91 % upvoted https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship advice /comments/bb1wh7/my_38m girlfriend 32f of 3_years owns a/ I decided to tell her that the sexual side of the store and club bothered me, and that I wanted her to sell it before l would propose. I made breakfast before she left to go over to the store for the day. She dumped me on the spot. She said she enjoys her work, loves the adult industry, and has no plans on selling ever. She said she has worked too hard and too long for that sort of "bullshit." We don't live together, so we walked through her apartment to gather my things. We gave each other's keys back. She already blocked me on facebook. TL; DR: she dumped me for telling her I want her to sell the club Ms. Respex is Spexy @Respexy Follow Replying to @redditships And she came in to work rather than give an employee with a sick child a hard time. We stan a family friendly employer/childfree people who respect working moms watch-your-grammer: jabberwockypie: cozmicpunch: uncommonbish: God I love it when ultimatums backfire As she should have! Imagine asking a man to sell off his inheritance because you are uncomfortable 😂 The number of people in the notes saying “He has a point” or “People would be reading this differently if the genders were reversed” … like If you’re so morally opposed to what the other person does for a living … how are you with them for three years? Presumably that would have been disclosed pretty early on in the relationship, right?  “So what do you do?”  “Well I own a successful business in the adult entertainment industry” You don’t go into a relationship with the idea that you’re going to change the other person to make them “acceptable” to your standards. I’m so happy she dumped him, good for her, absolute goddess
Advice, Children, and Club: I
 My [38M] girlfriend [32F] of 3 years owns a
 pornstore/strip club. I want her to sell it
 before l propose
 gfclubowner-3 days ago . relationship-advice-46% upvoted
 My girlfriend was left a pornstore and strip club by her dad
 when he died 8 years ago. He left it go to be a shithole,
 but she poured her entire inheritance and took out some
 loans to revamp them both.
 owns a pornstore/strip club. I want her to sell
 it before I propose
 gfelubowner-3 days ago . relationship-advice-91 % upvoted
 It is now a popular, well managed establishment. She makes
 a decent life, but I have issues and I want her to sell it before of 3 years_owns a/
 I will even think of proposing.
 I decided to tell her that the sexual side of the store and
 don't think the adult industry is a positive place for anyone.
 can't tell my strict Catholic parents what she does for a living
 ub bothered me, and that I wanted her to sell it before I
 would propose. I made breakfast before she left to go over
 to the store for the day.
 She has to put a lot of time into the club. Saturday, we had
 plans to go see Shazam and have dinner. She got called
 that a bartender's kid is sick and she ended up working until
 4 am due to no coverage.
 She dumped me on the spot. She said she enjoys her
 work, loves the adult industry, and has no plans on selling
 ever. She said she has worked too hard and too long for
 that sort of "bullshit.
 This is a regular occurence in some capacity. She just
 shrugs at me and tells me it's part of being an active owner
 of a successful business. She ends up working until 4 am
 at least 4 times a week
 We don't live together, so we walked through her apartment to
 gather my things. We gave each other's keys back.
 She already blocked me on facebook.
 She is adamant that she will not sell. I need some good points
 11:00 AM - 12 Apr 2019

 My [38M] girlfriend [32F) of 3 years owns
 a pornstore/strip club. I want her to sell it
 before I propose.
 gfclubowner . 3 days ago . relationship-advice-46% upvoted
 My girlfriend was left a pornstore and strip club by her dad
 when he died 8 years ago. He left it go to be a shithole,
 but she poured her entire inheritance and took out some
 loans to revamp them both.
 It is now a popular, well managed establishment. She makes
 a decent life, but I have issues and I want her to sell it before
 I will even think of proposing.
 I don't think the adult industry is a positive place for anyone. I
 can't tell my strict Catholic parents what she does for a living.
 She has to put a lot of time into the club. Saturday, we had
 plans to go see Shazam and have dinner. She got called
 that a bartender's kid is sick and she ended up working until
 4 am due to no coverage.
 This is a regular occurence in some capacity. She just
 shrugs at me and tells me it's part of being an active owner
 of a successful business. She ends up working until 4 am
 at least 4 times a week.
 She is adamant that she will not sell. I need some good points
 as to why she should. Points involving children will not work,
 as she doesn't want childrern
 Tl;dr: my gf owns a strip club. I want to give her good
 reasons to sell.

 [UPDATE] My [38M] girlfriend [32F] of 3 years
 owns a pornstore/strip club. I want her to sell
 it before I propose.
 gfclubowner . 3 days ago-relationship-advice-91 % upvoted
 https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship advice
 /comments/bb1wh7/my_38m girlfriend 32f
 of 3_years owns a/
 I decided to tell her that the sexual side of the store and
 club bothered me, and that I wanted her to sell it before l
 would propose. I made breakfast before she left to go over
 to the store for the day.
 She dumped me on the spot. She said she enjoys her
 work, loves the adult industry, and has no plans on selling
 ever. She said she has worked too hard and too long for
 that sort of "bullshit."
 We don't live together, so we walked through her apartment to
 gather my things. We gave each other's keys back.
 She already blocked me on facebook.
 TL; DR: she dumped me for telling her I want her to sell the club

 Ms. Respex is Spexy
 @Respexy
 Follow
 Replying to @redditships
 And she came in to work rather than give an
 employee with a sick child a hard time.
 We stan a family friendly employer/childfree
 people who respect working moms
watch-your-grammer:

jabberwockypie:

cozmicpunch:

uncommonbish:

God I love it when ultimatums backfire



As she should have! Imagine asking a man to sell off his inheritance because you are uncomfortable 😂

The number of people in the notes saying “He has a point” or “People would be reading this differently if the genders were reversed” … like
If you’re so morally opposed to what the other person does for a living … how are you with them for three years?
Presumably that would have been disclosed pretty early on in the relationship, right?  “So what do you do?”  “Well I own a successful business in the adult entertainment industry”
You don’t go into a relationship with the idea that you’re going to change the other person to make them “acceptable” to your standards.


I’m so happy she dumped him, good for her, absolute goddess

watch-your-grammer: jabberwockypie: cozmicpunch: uncommonbish: God I love it when ultimatums backfire As she should have! Imagine ask...

Bad, Beautiful, and Children: This hen hatched a clutch of ducklings after accidentally sitting on the wrong nest of eggs. The farmer said: "Hilda doesn't seem bothered at all the ducklings follow her around just as chicks would." MEME TAPİCTURE.COM more awesome pictures at THEMETAPICTURE.COM advanced-procrastination: gokuma: roddaprime: daysofstorm: dalmonite: “These are my children.” “They look nothing li—” “LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE.” for some reason I really like that she’s called Hilda. This happened on my grandmothers farm when my mom was little, baby ducks act a lot like baby chickens so in the beginning it wasn’t so bad the main problem is that baby ducks  LOVE water, but baby chickens get very very dead from it, so you can imagine the mother hens surprise and horror the first time they go by the farm pond and ALL THE BABIES RUN TO THE WATER AND JUMP IN my grandmother had to come out of the house to investigate all the noise the hen was making The mother hen was clucking and screeching in distress and running circles around the pond while the duckies were having the time of their lives. This happened a few more times before Momma hen was like FUCK IT YOU WANNA SWIM SEE WHAT I CARE , and would sit a distance away watching them in the pond. if the ducks ever abandoned any eggs my grandmother would always put it under that particular hens nest cause from then on she always knew how to deal with her “water loving” delinquent children BEST ADOPTED MUM “Half my children are fucking idiots but they’re my children and i love them”
Bad, Beautiful, and Children: This hen hatched a clutch of ducklings after accidentally sitting on
 the wrong nest of eggs. The farmer said: "Hilda doesn't seem
 bothered at all the ducklings follow her around just as chicks would."
 MEME TAPİCTURE.COM
 more awesome pictures at THEMETAPICTURE.COM
advanced-procrastination:
gokuma:

roddaprime:

daysofstorm:

dalmonite:

“These are my children.”
“They look nothing li—”
“LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE.”

for some reason I really like that she’s called Hilda.

This happened on my grandmothers farm when my mom was little,
baby ducks act a lot like baby chickens so in the beginning it wasn’t so bad
the main problem is that baby ducks  LOVE water, but baby chickens get very very dead from it,
so you can imagine the mother hens surprise and horror the first time they go by the farm pond and ALL THE BABIES RUN TO THE WATER AND JUMP IN
my grandmother had to come out of the house to investigate all the noise the hen was making
The mother hen was clucking and screeching in distress and running circles around the pond while the duckies were having the time of their lives.
This happened a few more times before Momma hen was like FUCK IT YOU WANNA SWIM SEE WHAT I CARE , and would sit a distance away watching them in the pond.
if the ducks ever abandoned any eggs my grandmother would always put it under that particular hens nest cause from then on she always knew how to deal with her “water loving” delinquent children

BEST ADOPTED MUM


“Half my children are fucking idiots but they’re my children and i love them”

advanced-procrastination: gokuma: roddaprime: daysofstorm: dalmonite: “These are my children.” “They look nothing li—” “LOOK HOW BEAUTIF...

Church, Fire, and Internet: DISORDERLY Oct. 1 - A group of students playing hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center at 11 p.m. caused a faculty member to call the University Police. The police arrived but were not able to find any of the students. deadmomjokes: owl-librarian: #you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek Having gone to this University, and having personally played hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center, I guarantee you that NOBODY finds hiders unless they, too, are familiar with the bowels of the HFAC. Once you get down to the practice-room levels, time stops completely and you could walk up the back stair and end up in 1967. The halls change at least 8 times an hour, there’s no way you’re getting back out the same way you came in. When the lights start going off at 10 the whole bottom 3 floors descend into some subsection of the fey realm. I once hid up on the balcony stage access fire-escape thing of a lower-level theater, and 3 faculty walked by under me and not a one of them noticed the hulking, wheezing asthmatic lurking above them, half dangling off a rickety metal ladder that probably wasn’t supposed to be climbed. A fellow hider friend came and found me, and we sat up there for 30 minutes listening to some distant clicking sound before we realized nobody was actually going to find us. We had no cell service, and no internet to reach anyone. We got lost trying to get back out, and once we resurfaced, everyone else was gone, the building was empty, and we just went home to eat ice cream. Nobody knew where we had disappeared to, and nobody bothered to check if we were there before leaving. For all I know, they just assumed we had been lost to the gaping maw of the HFAC basement and when they saw us at church on Sunday it was probably like they’d seen a ghost. None of us ever mentioned it again. Basically what I’m saying is Campus Police had no hope of finding them in the first place and probably lost an officer or two if they actually conducted a real search, because nobody except Senior art majors or veteran custodians actually knows how to navigate that building and make it out in the same dimension they entered from. Not at 11pm anyway.
Church, Fire, and Internet: DISORDERLY
 Oct. 1 - A group of students
 playing hide and seek in the
 Harris Fine Arts Center at 11
 p.m. caused a faculty member
 to call the University Police.
 The police arrived but were
 not able to find any of the
 students.
deadmomjokes:
owl-librarian:
#you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek
Having gone to this University, and having personally played hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center, I guarantee you that NOBODY finds hiders unless they, too, are familiar with the bowels of the HFAC. Once you get down to the practice-room levels, time stops completely and you could walk up the back stair and end up in 1967. The halls change at least 8 times an hour, there’s no way you’re getting back out the same way you came in. When the lights start going off at 10 the whole bottom 3 floors descend into some subsection of the fey realm. I once hid up on the balcony stage access fire-escape thing of a lower-level theater, and 3 faculty walked by under me and not a one of them noticed the hulking, wheezing asthmatic lurking above them, half dangling off a rickety metal ladder that probably wasn’t supposed to be climbed. A fellow hider friend came and found me, and we sat up there for 30 minutes listening to some distant clicking sound before we realized nobody was actually going to find us. We had no cell service, and no internet to reach anyone. We got lost trying to get back out, and once we resurfaced, everyone else was gone, the building was empty, and we just went home to eat ice cream. Nobody knew where we had disappeared to, and nobody bothered to check if we were there before leaving. For all I know, they just assumed we had been lost to the gaping maw of the HFAC basement and when they saw us at church on Sunday it was probably like they’d seen a ghost. None of us ever mentioned it again.
Basically what I’m saying is Campus Police had no hope of finding them in the first place and probably lost an officer or two if they actually conducted a real search, because nobody except Senior art majors or veteran custodians actually knows how to navigate that building and make it out in the same dimension they entered from. Not at 11pm anyway.

deadmomjokes: owl-librarian: #you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek Having gone to this University, and having personally p...

Church, Fire, and Internet: DISORDERLY Oct. 1 - A group of students playing hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center at 11 p.m. caused a faculty member to call the University Police. The police arrived but were not able to find any of the students. deadmomjokes: owl-librarian: #you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek Having gone to this University, and having personally played hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center, I guarantee you that NOBODY finds hiders unless they, too, are familiar with the bowels of the HFAC. Once you get down to the practice-room levels, time stops completely and you could walk up the back stair and end up in 1967. The halls change at least 8 times an hour, there’s no way you’re getting back out the same way you came in. When the lights start going off at 10 the whole bottom 3 floors descend into some subsection of the fey realm. I once hid up on the balcony stage access fire-escape thing of a lower-level theater, and 3 faculty walked by under me and not a one of them noticed the hulking, wheezing asthmatic lurking above them, half dangling off a rickety metal ladder that probably wasn’t supposed to be climbed. A fellow hider friend came and found me, and we sat up there for 30 minutes listening to some distant clicking sound before we realized nobody was actually going to find us. We had no cell service, and no internet to reach anyone. We got lost trying to get back out, and once we resurfaced, everyone else was gone, the building was empty, and we just went home to eat ice cream. Nobody knew where we had disappeared to, and nobody bothered to check if we were there before leaving. For all I know, they just assumed we had been lost to the gaping maw of the HFAC basement and when they saw us at church on Sunday it was probably like they’d seen a ghost. None of us ever mentioned it again. Basically what I’m saying is Campus Police had no hope of finding them in the first place and probably lost an officer or two if they actually conducted a real search, because nobody except Senior art majors or veteran custodians actually knows how to navigate that building and make it out in the same dimension they entered from. Not at 11pm anyway.
Church, Fire, and Internet: DISORDERLY
 Oct. 1 - A group of students
 playing hide and seek in the
 Harris Fine Arts Center at 11
 p.m. caused a faculty member
 to call the University Police.
 The police arrived but were
 not able to find any of the
 students.
deadmomjokes:

owl-librarian:
#you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek
Having gone to this University, and having personally played hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center, I guarantee you that NOBODY finds hiders unless they, too, are familiar with the bowels of the HFAC. Once you get down to the practice-room levels, time stops completely and you could walk up the back stair and end up in 1967. The halls change at least 8 times an hour, there’s no way you’re getting back out the same way you came in. When the lights start going off at 10 the whole bottom 3 floors descend into some subsection of the fey realm. I once hid up on the balcony stage access fire-escape thing of a lower-level theater, and 3 faculty walked by under me and not a one of them noticed the hulking, wheezing asthmatic lurking above them, half dangling off a rickety metal ladder that probably wasn’t supposed to be climbed. A fellow hider friend came and found me, and we sat up there for 30 minutes listening to some distant clicking sound before we realized nobody was actually going to find us. We had no cell service, and no internet to reach anyone. We got lost trying to get back out, and once we resurfaced, everyone else was gone, the building was empty, and we just went home to eat ice cream. Nobody knew where we had disappeared to, and nobody bothered to check if we were there before leaving. For all I know, they just assumed we had been lost to the gaping maw of the HFAC basement and when they saw us at church on Sunday it was probably like they’d seen a ghost. None of us ever mentioned it again.
Basically what I’m saying is Campus Police had no hope of finding them in the first place and probably lost an officer or two if they actually conducted a real search, because nobody except Senior art majors or veteran custodians actually knows how to navigate that building and make it out in the same dimension they entered from. Not at 11pm anyway.

deadmomjokes: owl-librarian: #you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek Having gone to this University, and having personally ...

Church, Fire, and Internet: DISORDERLY Oct. 1-A group of students playing hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center at 11 p.m. caused a faculty member to call the University Police. The police arrived but were not able to find any of the students. owl-librarian #you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek deadmomjokes Having gone to this University, and having personally played hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center, I guarantee you that NOBODY finds hiders unless they, too, are familiar with the bowels of the HFAC. Once you get down to the practice-room levels, time stops completely and you could walk up the back stair and end up in 1967. The halls change at least 8 times an hour, there's no way you're getting back out the same way you came in. When the lights start going off at 10 the whole bottom 3 floors descend into some subsection of the fey realm. I once hid up on the balcony stage access fire-escape thing of a lower-level theater, and 3 faculty walked by under me and not a one of them noticed the hulking wheezing asthmatic lurking above them, half dangling off a rickety metal ladder that probably wasn't supposed to be climbed. A fellow hider friend came and found me, and we sat up there for 30 minutes listening to some distant clicking sound before we realized nobody was actually going to find us. We had no cell service, and no internet to reach anyone. We got lost trying to get back out, and once we resurfaced, everyone else was gone the building was empty, and we just went home to eat ice cream. Nobody knew where we had disappeared to, and nobody bothered to check if we were there before leaving. For all I know, they just assumed we had been lost to the gaping maw of the HFAC basement and when they saw us at church on Sunday it was probably like they'd seen a ghost. None of us ever mentioned it again. Basically what I'm saying is Campus Police had no hope of finding them in the first place and probably lost an officer or two if they actually conducted a real search, because nobody except Senior art majors or veteran custodians actually knows how to navigate that building and make it out in the same dimension they entered from. Not at 11pm anyway. wearemage I mean thats some fine scenario material, isn't it? Refer to article Eldritch Locations and You for more information
Church, Fire, and Internet: DISORDERLY
 Oct. 1-A group of students
 playing hide and seek in the
 Harris Fine Arts Center at 11
 p.m. caused a faculty member
 to call the University Police.
 The police arrived but were
 not able to find any of the
 students.
 owl-librarian
 #you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek
 deadmomjokes
 Having gone to this University, and having personally played hide and seek
 in the Harris Fine Arts Center, I guarantee you that NOBODY finds hiders
 unless they, too, are familiar with the bowels of the HFAC. Once you get
 down to the practice-room levels, time stops completely and you could
 walk up the back stair and end up in 1967. The halls change at least 8
 times an hour, there's no way you're getting back out the same way you
 came in. When the lights start going off at 10 the whole bottom 3 floors
 descend into some subsection of the fey realm. I once hid up on the
 balcony stage access fire-escape thing of a lower-level theater, and 3
 faculty walked by under me and not a one of them noticed the hulking
 wheezing asthmatic lurking above them, half dangling off a rickety metal
 ladder that probably wasn't supposed to be climbed. A fellow hider friend
 came and found me, and we sat up there for 30 minutes listening to some
 distant clicking sound before we realized nobody was actually going to find
 us. We had no cell service, and no internet to reach anyone. We got lost
 trying to get back out, and once we resurfaced, everyone else was gone
 the building was empty, and we just went home to eat ice cream. Nobody
 knew where we had disappeared to, and nobody bothered to check if we
 were there before leaving. For all I know, they just assumed we had been
 lost to the gaping maw of the HFAC basement and when they saw us at
 church on Sunday it was probably like they'd seen a ghost. None of us
 ever mentioned it again.
 Basically what I'm saying is Campus Police had no hope of finding them in
 the first place and probably lost an officer or two if they actually conducted
 a real search, because nobody except Senior art majors or veteran
 custodians actually knows how to navigate that building and make it out in
 the same dimension they entered from. Not at 11pm anyway.
 wearemage
 I mean thats some fine scenario material, isn't it?
Refer to article Eldritch Locations and You for more information

Refer to article Eldritch Locations and You for more information