This is a metaphor; choose your own meaning. I don’t know where else to put this, but the laws of physics compelled me to post it.
LOwls
May 13, 2015 • 3:00 pm
This is a metaphor; choose your own meaning. I don’t know where else to put this, but the laws of physics compelled me to post it.
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I first encountered this video at another site, with the caption, “Today, I’m the owl on the left.”
Indeed, it doth runneth downhill, as all the gravitational theorists do say it should.
One is surprised that creationists have time or energy to inhale.
There is an obscure holiday in Boston and surrounding towns called Evacuation Day. Maybe they are celebrating it.
The one on the right may be celebrating. The other, not so much.
Shit and run.
To-shit-to-you. x
I think the title should have been BOWls…
Right to left, according to their Yiddish roles: Schlemiel, Schlimazel
(It’s not just a nonsense chant from ‘Laverne and Shirley’. A schlemiel is somebody who often spills his soup, a schlimazel is the person the soup lands on.)
Reminds me of when I use to work. Shit always runs downhill.
But were you as surprised as the owl when it happened?
Oh not really. It was pretty routine there. I did some time in the military long ago and I believe they perfected it.
I’m sorry to hear that. Good thing you don’t have to deal with that anymore.
I know owls don’t do facial expressions, but I swear I saw shock and disdain…
No, he/she was just being a poopy head.
No…I think if you turn the volume way up you can hear him say – That’s a Hoot.
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“Whoo” did that?
That owl is a foul fowl.
Sometimes you’re the owl on the right and sometimes you’re the owl on the left.
Practising handstands is not the time to suffer a bout of urgent diarrhoea.
Did I tell you about the man, the wetsuit and the 200ft climb? No? I’ll save it for dinner time.
On a serious note, when I owned a parrot I noticed that he tended to unload excess baggage just before he took off. This was convenient for me because he would always do that before he flew over to perch on my shoulder.
I suspect that what that owl did was nothing personal, he was just preparing for takeoff.
Yes, typical flighted bird behavior.
Owl on the left: “Oh, man, you gotta be shittin’ me.”
heehee
Professor,
You had no choice.
‘owling with laughter…
Sorry to eat and run.
(I wonder how old these owls are.)