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Play Ball: Excerpts from a Dog's Diary... 8:00 am- Dog food! My favorite thing! 9.30 am- A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am- A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM- Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM- Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM Got to play ball! My favorite thing 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 PM -Sleeping on the bed! M y favorite thing Excerpts from a Cat's Diary? Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a good little hunter'I am. Bastards. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking, I must try this again tomorrow-but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cel, so he is safe. For now THE META PICTURE srsfunny: Dog Diary Vs. Cat Diary
Play Ball: Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...
 8:00 am- Dog food! My favorite thing!
 9.30 am- A car ride! My favorite thing!
 9:40 am- A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
 10:30 am- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
 12:00 PM- Lunch! My favorite thing!
 1:00 PM Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
 3:00 PM-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
 5:00 PM- Milk bones! My favorite thing!
 7:00 PM Got to play ball! My favorite thing
 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
 11:00 PM -Sleeping on the bed! M y favorite thing
 Excerpts from a Cat's Diary?
 Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with
 bizarre little dangling objects.
 They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I
 are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my
 contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat
 something in order to keep up my strength
 The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
 attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
 Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at
 their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts,
 since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However,
 they merely made condescending comments about what a good
 little hunter'I am. Bastards.
 There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I
 was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
 However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard
 that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies I must
 learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
 Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
 of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking,
 I must try this again tomorrow-but at the top of the stairs.
 I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
 snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly
 released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is
 obviously retarded.
 The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him
 communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he
 reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective
 custody for him in an elevated cel, so he is safe. For now
 THE META PICTURE
srsfunny:

Dog Diary Vs. Cat Diary

srsfunny: Dog Diary Vs. Cat Diary

Play Ball: POLITICS Trump in San Juan: I hate to tell you, Puerto Rico, but hrown our budget a vou've t little out of whack" Eliza Relman Oct 3, 2017,1:05 PM ET <p><a href="http://friendly-neighborhood-patriarch.tumblr.com/post/166060847212/spookitarirynn" class="tumblr_blog">friendly-neighborhood-patriarch</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://spookitarirynn.tumblr.com/post/166060826229/friendly-neighborhood-patriarch-trans-mom" class="tumblr_blog">spookitarirynn</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://friendly-neighborhood-patriarch.tumblr.com/post/166060006937/trans-mom-healthcare-for-the-people-3-food" class="tumblr_blog">friendly-neighborhood-patriarch</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://trans-mom.tumblr.com/post/166033001757/healthcare-for-the-people-3-food-for-the-poor" class="tumblr_blog">trans-mom</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Healthcare for the people: $3<br/> Food for the poor: $5<br/> Militarized conquering of countries who didn’t want to play ball with Western corporations: $300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000<br/> Paper towels for Puerto Rico: $6</p> <p>Someone good at budgeting help me my country’s dying</p> </blockquote> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="279" data-orig-width="500" data-tumblr-attribution="yourreactiongifs:jjKfzzzhxu5DrcjAf25xLg:ZMseho1poRB0i"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/6e6a0c92deaf750062557340b6031e62/tumblr_nrgy6fnAj21tq4of6o1_500.gif" data-orig-height="279" data-orig-width="500"/></figure></blockquote> <p>Donald Trump forgets Puerto Rico is part of his responsibility as the president of the United States part 1 billion</p></blockquote> <p>I have a feeling this also was a joke, Rynn</p></blockquote> <p>What&rsquo;s not a joke is his response. It&rsquo;s been pretty weak.</p>
Play Ball: POLITICS
 Trump in San Juan: I hate
 to tell you, Puerto Rico, but
 hrown our budget a
 vou've t
 little out of whack"
 Eliza Relman Oct 3, 2017,1:05 PM ET
<p><a href="http://friendly-neighborhood-patriarch.tumblr.com/post/166060847212/spookitarirynn" class="tumblr_blog">friendly-neighborhood-patriarch</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="https://spookitarirynn.tumblr.com/post/166060826229/friendly-neighborhood-patriarch-trans-mom" class="tumblr_blog">spookitarirynn</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="http://friendly-neighborhood-patriarch.tumblr.com/post/166060006937/trans-mom-healthcare-for-the-people-3-food" class="tumblr_blog">friendly-neighborhood-patriarch</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="http://trans-mom.tumblr.com/post/166033001757/healthcare-for-the-people-3-food-for-the-poor" class="tumblr_blog">trans-mom</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Healthcare for the people: $3<br/>
Food for the poor: $5<br/>
Militarized conquering of countries who didn’t want to play ball with Western corporations: $300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000<br/>
Paper towels for Puerto Rico: $6</p>

<p>Someone good at budgeting help me my country’s dying</p>
</blockquote>

<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="279" data-orig-width="500" data-tumblr-attribution="yourreactiongifs:jjKfzzzhxu5DrcjAf25xLg:ZMseho1poRB0i"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/6e6a0c92deaf750062557340b6031e62/tumblr_nrgy6fnAj21tq4of6o1_500.gif" data-orig-height="279" data-orig-width="500"/></figure></blockquote>

<p>Donald Trump forgets Puerto Rico is part of his responsibility as the president of the United States part 1 billion</p></blockquote>

<p>I have a feeling this also was a joke, Rynn</p></blockquote>

<p>What&rsquo;s not a joke is his response. It&rsquo;s been pretty weak.</p>

<p><a href="http://friendly-neighborhood-patriarch.tumblr.com/post/166060847212/spookitarirynn" class="tumblr_blog">friendly-neighborhood...

Play Ball: Excerpts from a Dog's Diary... 8:00 am- Dog food! My favorite thing! 9.30 am- A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am- A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM- Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM- Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM Got to play ball! My favorite thing 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 PM -Sleeping on the bed! M y favorite thing Excerpts from a Cat's Diary? Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a good little hunter'I am. Bastards. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking, I must try this again tomorrow-but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cel, so he is safe. For now THE META PICTURE laughoutloud-club: Dog Diary Vs. Cat Diary
Play Ball: Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...
 8:00 am- Dog food! My favorite thing!
 9.30 am- A car ride! My favorite thing!
 9:40 am- A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
 10:30 am- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
 12:00 PM- Lunch! My favorite thing!
 1:00 PM Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
 3:00 PM-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
 5:00 PM- Milk bones! My favorite thing!
 7:00 PM Got to play ball! My favorite thing
 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
 11:00 PM -Sleeping on the bed! M y favorite thing
 Excerpts from a Cat's Diary?
 Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with
 bizarre little dangling objects.
 They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I
 are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my
 contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat
 something in order to keep up my strength
 The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
 attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
 Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at
 their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts,
 since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However,
 they merely made condescending comments about what a good
 little hunter'I am. Bastards.
 There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I
 was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
 However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard
 that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies I must
 learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
 Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
 of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking,
 I must try this again tomorrow-but at the top of the stairs.
 I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
 snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly
 released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is
 obviously retarded.
 The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him
 communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he
 reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective
 custody for him in an elevated cel, so he is safe. For now
 THE META PICTURE
laughoutloud-club:

Dog Diary Vs. Cat Diary

laughoutloud-club: Dog Diary Vs. Cat Diary

Play Ball: Excerpts from a Dog's Diary... 8:00 am- Dog food! My favorite thing! 9.30 am- A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am- A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM- Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM- Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM Got to play ball! My favorite thing 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 PM -Sleeping on the bed! M y favorite thing Excerpts from a Cat's Diary? Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a good little hunter'I am. Bastards. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking, I must try this again tomorrow-but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cel, so he is safe. For now THE META PICTURE <p><a href="http://laughoutloud-club.tumblr.com/post/155257507466/dog-diary-vs-cat-diary" class="tumblr_blog">laughoutloud-club</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Dog Diary Vs. Cat Diary</p></blockquote>
Play Ball: Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...
 8:00 am- Dog food! My favorite thing!
 9.30 am- A car ride! My favorite thing!
 9:40 am- A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
 10:30 am- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
 12:00 PM- Lunch! My favorite thing!
 1:00 PM Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
 3:00 PM-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
 5:00 PM- Milk bones! My favorite thing!
 7:00 PM Got to play ball! My favorite thing
 8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
 11:00 PM -Sleeping on the bed! M y favorite thing
 Excerpts from a Cat's Diary?
 Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with
 bizarre little dangling objects.
 They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I
 are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my
 contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat
 something in order to keep up my strength
 The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
 attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
 Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at
 their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts,
 since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However,
 they merely made condescending comments about what a good
 little hunter'I am. Bastards.
 There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I
 was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
 However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard
 that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies I must
 learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
 Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
 of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking,
 I must try this again tomorrow-but at the top of the stairs.
 I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
 snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly
 released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is
 obviously retarded.
 The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him
 communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he
 reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective
 custody for him in an elevated cel, so he is safe. For now
 THE META PICTURE
<p><a href="http://laughoutloud-club.tumblr.com/post/155257507466/dog-diary-vs-cat-diary" class="tumblr_blog">laughoutloud-club</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p>Dog Diary Vs. Cat Diary</p></blockquote>

<p><a href="http://laughoutloud-club.tumblr.com/post/155257507466/dog-diary-vs-cat-diary" class="tumblr_blog">laughoutloud-club</a>:</p>...

Play Ball: Excerpts from a Dog's Diary... 8:00 am Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am -A walk in the park! My favorite thing 10:30 am-Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing 12:00 PM -Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM-Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM- Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 PM-Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 PM-Slecping on the bed! M y favorite thing Excerpts from a Cat's Diary? Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh mcat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must cat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter'I am. Bastards There was some sort of assembly of theiraccomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of allergies.'I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking, I must try this again tomorrow but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog reccives special privileges He is regularly released - and scems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an clevated cell, so he is safe. For now <p>Day 983 of my captivity…</p>
Play Ball: Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...
 8:00 am Dog food! My favorite thing!
 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
 9:40 am -A walk in the park! My favorite thing
 10:30 am-Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing
 12:00 PM -Lunch! My favorite thing!
 1:00 PM-Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
 3:00 PM-Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
 5:00 PM- Milk bones! My favorite thing!
 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
 8:00 PM-Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
 11:00 PM-Slecping on the bed! M y favorite thing
 Excerpts from a Cat's Diary?
 Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with
 bizarre little dangling objects.
 They dine lavishly on fresh mcat, while the other inmates and I
 are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my
 contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must cat
 something in order to keep up my strength.
 The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
 attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
 Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at
 their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts,
 since it clearly demonstrates what am capable of. However,
 they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good
 little hunter'I am. Bastards
 There was some sort of assembly of theiraccomplices tonight. I
 was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
 However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard
 that my confinement was due to the power of allergies.'I must
 learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage..
 Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
 of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking,
 I must try this again tomorrow but at the top of the stairs.
 I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
 snitches. The dog reccives special privileges He is regularly
 released - and scems to be more than willing to return. He is
 obviously retarded.
 The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him
 communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he
 reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective
 custody for him in an clevated cell, so he is safe. For now
<p>Day 983 of my captivity…</p>

<p>Day 983 of my captivity…</p>

Play Ball: 00000 Verizon LTE 7:08 AM National Women's History NATIONAL WOMEN'S HISTORY Museum MUSEUM April 2 at 5:25 PM O #OnThisDay in 1931, 17-year-old Jackie Mitchell struck out both Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig during an exhibition game against the Yankees. A few days later, her contract was voided and women were declared unfit to play baseball. (Photo: Library of Congress) 6 Likes 2 Comments News Feed More Requests Messages Notifications thewittiestpartition: damegreywulf: naamahdarling: urulokid: facebooksexism: skeptikhaleesi: brownglucose: nextyearsgirl: The absence of women in history is man made. How petty just look at babe ruth’s face tho so confused so lost i love it Jackie Mitchell…a bad ass lady I had never heard of.  From her Wikipedia page: “Seventeen-year-old Jackie Mitchell, brought in to pitch in the first inning after the starting pitcher had given up a double and a single, faced Babe Ruth. After taking a ball, Ruth swung and missed at the next two pitches. Mitchell’s fourth pitch to Ruth was a called third strike. Babe Ruth glared and verbally abused the umpire before being led away by his teammates to sit to wait for another batting turn. The crowd roared for Jackie. Babe Ruth was quoted in a Chattanooga newspaper as having said: “I don’t know what’s going to happen if they begin to let women in baseball. Of course, they will never make good. Why? Because they are too delicate. It would kill them to play ball every day.” Next up was the Iron Horse Lou Gehrig, who swung through the first three pitches to strike out. Jackie Mitchell became famous for striking out two of the greatest baseball players in history. A few days after Mitchell struck out Ruth and Gehrig, baseball commissioner Kenesaw Mountain Landis voided her contract and declared women unfit to play baseball as the game was “too strenuous.”[5][10] Mitchell continued to play professionally,barnstorming with the House of David, a men’s team famous for their very long hair and long beards.[11] While travelling with the House of David team, she would sometimes wear a fake beard for publicity.” TL;DR: teenage girl strikes out two of the greatest baseball players ever, teenage girl gets her contract voided, teenage girl plays baseball wearing fake beard These guys were so fucking injured by a teenage girl’s awesomeness that they literally threw a hissyfit and hung up a sign that said “NO GIRLS.” They gave up. They couldn’t handle it. Losers.  Teenage girls are amazing. Here’s a friendly reminder of why the big leagues of sports aren’t co-ed. It’s not to “make it fair” on women. It’s because men are scared of being beaten by women. She’s from my home town! And after all the baseball games I’ve been to here, no one ever mentioned her at all. I only recently looked her up online. Men are the fragile ones.
Play Ball: 00000 Verizon LTE
 7:08 AM
 National Women's History
 NATIONAL
 WOMEN'S
 HISTORY
 Museum
 MUSEUM
 April 2 at 5:25 PM O
 #OnThisDay in 1931, 17-year-old Jackie
 Mitchell struck out both Babe Ruth and
 Lou Gehrig during an exhibition game
 against the Yankees. A few days later,
 her contract was voided and women
 were declared unfit to play baseball.
 (Photo: Library of Congress)
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nextyearsgirl:

The absence of women in history is man made.

How petty

just look at babe ruth’s face tho
so confused
so lost
i love it

Jackie Mitchell…a bad ass lady I had never heard of. 

From her Wikipedia page: “Seventeen-year-old Jackie Mitchell, brought in to pitch in the first inning after the starting pitcher had given up a double and a single, faced Babe Ruth. After taking a ball, Ruth swung and missed at the next two pitches. Mitchell’s fourth pitch to Ruth was a called third strike. Babe Ruth glared and verbally abused the umpire before being led away by his teammates to sit to wait for another batting turn. The crowd roared for Jackie. Babe Ruth was quoted in a Chattanooga newspaper as having said:

“I don’t know what’s going to happen if they begin to let women in baseball. Of course, they will never make good. Why? Because they are too delicate. It would kill them to play ball every day.”

Next up was the Iron Horse Lou Gehrig, who swung through the first three pitches to strike out. Jackie Mitchell became famous for striking out two of the greatest baseball players in history.
A few days after Mitchell struck out Ruth and Gehrig, baseball commissioner Kenesaw Mountain Landis voided her contract and declared women unfit to play baseball as the game was “too strenuous.”[5][10] Mitchell continued to play professionally,barnstorming with the House of David, a men’s team famous for their very long hair and long beards.[11] While travelling with the House of David team, she would sometimes wear a fake beard for publicity.”
TL;DR: teenage girl strikes out two of the greatest baseball players ever, teenage girl gets her contract voided, teenage girl plays baseball wearing fake beard

These guys were so fucking injured by a teenage girl’s awesomeness that they literally threw a hissyfit and hung up a sign that said “NO GIRLS.”
They gave up.
They couldn’t handle it.
Losers. 
Teenage girls are amazing.

Here’s a friendly reminder of why the big leagues of sports aren’t co-ed.
It’s not to “make it fair” on women. It’s because men are scared of being beaten by women.

She’s from my home town! And after all the baseball games I’ve been to here, no one ever mentioned her at all. I only recently looked her up online.
Men are the fragile ones.

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Play Ball: When your friend FaceTime you crying and you don't know what to say so you just stare back 13 Im on my way to church when my boy Bryan texts me “ bro…”just know whenever someone text you with multiple periods at the end of their message that means they need something from you. I avoid people like this at all times. They are full of deception. He then called me while I’m in church to tell me he got this Bad Bitch over at his crib and he tryna smash. I’m like niqqa why you calling me? Go tear that up. He replied “I don’t know bro she want me to go down on her“. Me personally i never ate no box. The only box i ate was Kids Cuisine and even that shit was nasty. I told him go for it. he says “ Nah bruh she want me to eat the booty she not trying to fvck if i don’t ” Fuck outta here i can’t have a homie who eat booty. If we play ball & I waterfall some of his Gatorade that shit could be ass juice. nah I’m good. I told him face time me when he’s hitting it from the back so i can send him some of my spirit energy to pull out in a timely and efficient manner. I'm on my knees ready for prayer when Bryan FaceTime’ s me. I answer when I see tears in his face. He must have been overjoyed for busting the biggest load of 2015. No words were exchanged we looked into each others eyes. He whimpered to me “ bruh what is life?’ I whispered back " ball is life? " I didn’t know what he was getting at. As he shifted his face I saw brown streaks across his mouth. I assumed she must have cooked him some bomb ass jerk chicken for his face to be that brown and greasy. I whisper “ yo whats wrong” he said “ i ate the booty” I said what? to make sure the holy spirit wasn’t playing with me. He said “ I ate the booty and she didn’t gimme head” I said boy that better be the same chocolate patrick ate in the episode he and spongebob stole the balloon .He broke down on FaceTime and said nah thats “ booty sauce", loud enough the deaconess kneeling next to me peaked over & saw the Booty juice on my boys face. Me and her prayed over him I hung up on FaceTime and blocked this booty licking fool. I can’t have that negativity in my life. I saw him two days later.. niqqa look like he got Bum Bump. we are no longer friends. I now have a android.
Play Ball: When your friend FaceTime you
 crying and you don't know what
 to say so you just stare back
 13
Im on my way to church when my boy Bryan texts me “ bro…”just know whenever someone text you with multiple periods at the end of their message that means they need something from you. I avoid people like this at all times. They are full of deception. He then called me while I’m in church to tell me he got this Bad Bitch over at his crib and he tryna smash. I’m like niqqa why you calling me? Go tear that up. He replied “I don’t know bro she want me to go down on her“. Me personally i never ate no box. The only box i ate was Kids Cuisine and even that shit was nasty. I told him go for it. he says “ Nah bruh she want me to eat the booty she not trying to fvck if i don’t ” Fuck outta here i can’t have a homie who eat booty. If we play ball & I waterfall some of his Gatorade that shit could be ass juice. nah I’m good. I told him face time me when he’s hitting it from the back so i can send him some of my spirit energy to pull out in a timely and efficient manner. I'm on my knees ready for prayer when Bryan FaceTime’ s me. I answer when I see tears in his face. He must have been overjoyed for busting the biggest load of 2015. No words were exchanged we looked into each others eyes. He whimpered to me “ bruh what is life?’ I whispered back " ball is life? " I didn’t know what he was getting at. As he shifted his face I saw brown streaks across his mouth. I assumed she must have cooked him some bomb ass jerk chicken for his face to be that brown and greasy. I whisper “ yo whats wrong” he said “ i ate the booty” I said what? to make sure the holy spirit wasn’t playing with me. He said “ I ate the booty and she didn’t gimme head” I said boy that better be the same chocolate patrick ate in the episode he and spongebob stole the balloon .He broke down on FaceTime and said nah thats “ booty sauce", loud enough the deaconess kneeling next to me peaked over & saw the Booty juice on my boys face. Me and her prayed over him I hung up on FaceTime and blocked this booty licking fool. I can’t have that negativity in my life. I saw him two days later.. niqqa look like he got Bum Bump. we are no longer friends. I now have a android.

Im on my way to church when my boy Bryan texts me “ bro…”just know whenever someone text you with multiple periods at the end of their me...