You Would Never Believe the Things Google Teaches You.

Okay so today I was talking to one of my best friends and we resumed arguing about a topic we’ve disagreed on for 3 years.

The topic: Can you drown a fish?

Three years ago my friend yelled at me for leaving a sink on for longer than necessary. She screamed that I would drown all the fishes. At the time, I told her she was being ridiculous because fish live in water, yada yada.

Anyways, we started fighting about it again today. She told me that just because fish live in the water they still need oxygen. I told her that fish take oxygen from the water.

This went on for awhile before I decided to ask Google. And it turns out, holy shit, you can drown a fish. Here’s what Google said:

“Simply, yes, fish can drown. There are many ways, though. Certain fish (Anabatoids) like Betta, Gouramis, and Leopard Ctenopoma (as well as many species of Catfish) need atmospheric air to breath (using their labyrinth organ which is similar to a set of lungs). If they cannot get air, they will drown. Water with little or no dissolved oxygen (i.e.: overcrowded tanks, stagnant water, water in a room with little or no oxygen), the fish will not have enough oxygen to take in through its gills, and drown. Also, toxic compounds like ammonia, nitrite, and nitrate as well as pollution or gill damage can prevent fishes’ gills from functioning properly, leading to drowning.”

So apparently, you really do learn something new everyday. Sorry for doubting you for three years, Christine.

The Woes of Eavesdropping
  • Coworker: Yeah, my kids do great in school, what about yours?
  • Dad: They do pretty good.
  • Coworker: My eldest just got in trouble a few weeks ago, though. Something about cheating on a test.
  • Dad: Huh. Really?
  • Coworker: Yeah, I went down pretty hard on him. What about your kids?
  • Dad: ...The last time I yelled at my kids, they walked out of the mall with half of Target stuffed down their pants.
  • Coworker: -Sips coffee- Oh.
  • Dad: Yeah. I've always said if you're gonna do that stuff, don't be stupid enough to get caught. Like I said though, my kids aren't the brightest of the bunch...
  • Wow, thanks dad, your opinion on my intelligence is so endearing.
This is me…posting a really long blog.

lowewalk:

killakiefer:

tomthetoaster:

HOMGWTFTHISHITSUCKS.

I just wrote this epically long freaking post and it got deleted. Shit.

Anyways, my first blog.

The start of a beautiful relationship? I think so, tumblr.

Okay, so what the hell do I talk about now?

I don’t know, good thing my muse, the beautiful goddess Patty, is upstairs. Probably cleaning out the fridge. Oh, Patty. -Shakes finger-

So I went to my yummy neighborhood’s Response Center today. It was oodles of fun, especially because there were free cupcakes. Yay! Okay, anyways, once I got there one of my good friends brought up a very touchy topic of discussion.

Is depression inherited?

I don’t think so. And somewhere between looking at the ceiling tile specs and that one scar I have on my pinky finger, I decided depression has triggers. A trigger is something that sends someone spiraling down the black hole of, ‘WOE-IS-ME’.

My trigger is…uhm…well generally I’m a happy person. But I get depressed when the shit hits the fan. Like it did recently, when my father lost his job. But that IS NOT IMPORTANT.

So I think different people have different triggers.

Some straight-A student with a stick shoved up their ass may get depressed if they get an F. Whereas some B.A., devil-may-care, douche bag might get depressed when their favorite metal-core band breaks up.

Please, completely disregard my terrible stero-types.

So yeah, that’s what I think about depression.

Can’t wait until the Response Center lock-in this Saturday.

PEEEAACEEE OUT, RYAN, YO. (Because I know you’re the only person reading this shit.)

yo homie i love this and yo pic of me =P

Depression is a trait (I believe it is typically dominant), which means it can infact be inherited. Just saying.

Okay. I wasn’t sure about the whole science related to it, so I didn’t want to post a bunch of B.S. that didn’t even make sense to me, let alone other people. Everyone, sometime or another, gets depressed. So I guess if its a trait it must be a widely inherited one. Thanks for clearing that up.

Dear Meghan

killakiefer:

u love tumblr now stfu.

u love me in every way possible, dont lie..

lockin= amzing roof action yea?

oodles of fun? get yo big!

good job breaking the flower pot and falling in the shower!!!!

buzz-kill lol i llove u too lil girl \// <—peace sign it just went blue o.O wtf?

ok so like we r goign to fuk kyle up mentally i love us…

ur charms are what make u unique… i envy ur pity for the fool who does drugs!! hahaidk

ok choow! puppy chow? no buhbye now

YAY. I HAVE A BLOG ABOUT ME. SCOOREEE.

I do love tumblr, I must confess, though I feel like I’m having an affair with it, and cheating on Facebook.

I DO LOVE YOU. YOU ARE MY HONEY BUNCHES OF OATS.

….Okay, let’s pretend I didn’t type that….

I’m excited for that roof shit, its gonna kick some serious ass. As long as Hannah doesn’t wear heels and fall off, lol.

I swear to god, I am the clumsiest piece of shit to ever walk this planet. You cannot believe how much my ass hurts right now. Soap is an evil instrument.

I see the blue peace sign. Very odd. But, strangely Bad ass.

I know. We are seriously gonna milk this stalker thing for everything its worth. Its gonna be a long year for Kyle, heh.

I know, my charms are amazing. Heh. I PITY THE FOOL WHO THINKS THEY CAN RESIST THEM.

BBBYEEE RYANN.

BTW I’M GONNA WALK YOU TO CLASS TOMORROW, EVEN THOUGH MY CLASS IS LIKE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BUILDING! Heh.

Dear Meghan

killakiefer:

u love tumblr now stfu.

u love me in every way possible, dont lie..

lockin= amzing roof action yea?

oodles of fun? get yo big!

good job breaking the flower pot and falling in the shower!!!!

buzz-kill lol i llove u too lil girl \// <—peace sign it just went blue o.O wtf?

ok so like we r goign to fuk kyle up mentally i love us…

ur charms are what make u unique… i envy ur pity for the fool who does drugs!! hahaidk

ok choow! puppy chow? no buhbye now

YAY. I HAVE A BLOG ABOUT ME. SCOOREEE.

I do love tumblr, I must confess, though I feel like I’m having an affair with it, and cheating on Facebook.

I DO LOVE YOU. YOU ARE MY HONEY BUNCHES OF OATS.

….Okay, let’s pretend I didn’t type that….

I’m excited for that roof shit, its gonna kick some serious ass. As long as Hannah doesn’t wear heels and fall off, lol.

I swear to god, I am the clumsiest piece of shit to ever walk this planet. You cannot believe how much my ass hurts right now. Soap is an evil instrument.

I see the blue peace sign. Very odd. But, strangely Bad ass.

I know. We are seriously gonna milk this stalker thing for everything its worth. Its gonna be a long year for Kyle, heh.

I know, my charms are amazing. Heh. I PITY THE FOOL WHO THINKS THEY CAN RESIST THEM.

BBBYEEE RYANN.

BTW I’M GONNA WALK YOU TO CLASS TOMORROW, EVEN THOUGH MY CLASS IS LIKE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BUILDING! Heh.

In Study hall.

Okay. So I’m in study hall and its almost time to leave so I decided to write a blog. RACHEL IS RIGHT BESIDE ME! YAY!

I have to write an English paragraph but I’m procrastinating. I BLAME YOU RYAN, for giving me this new website to obsess over. Heh. I AM SO BORED.

This is me…posting a really long blog.

HOMGWTFTHISHITSUCKS.

I just wrote this epically long freaking post and it got deleted. Shit.

Anyways, my first blog.

The start of a beautiful relationship? I think so, tumblr.

Okay, so what the hell do I talk about now?

I don’t know, good thing my muse, the beautiful goddess Patty, is upstairs. Probably cleaning out the fridge. Oh, Patty. -Shakes finger-

So I went to my yummy neighborhood’s Response Center today. It was oodles of fun, especially because there were free cupcakes. Yay! Okay, anyways, once I got there one of my good friends brought up a very touchy topic of discussion.

Is depression inherited?

I don’t think so. And somewhere between looking at the ceiling tile specs and that one scar I have on my pinky finger, I decided depression has triggers. A trigger is something that sends someone spiraling down the black hole of, ‘WOE-IS-ME’.

My trigger is…uhm…well generally I’m a happy person. But I get depressed when the shit hits the fan. Like it did recently, when my father lost his job. But that IS NOT IMPORTANT.

So I think different people have different triggers.

Some straight-A student with a stick shoved up their ass may get depressed if they get an F. Whereas some B.A., devil-may-care, douche bag might get depressed when their favorite metal-core band breaks up.

Please, completely disregard my terrible stero-types.

So yeah, that’s what I think about depression.

Can’t wait until the Response Center lock-in this Saturday.

PEEEAACEEE OUT, RYAN, YO. (Because I know you’re the only person reading this shit.)

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