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  • They Were Stunned When This Unexpected Visitor Approached Them At The Golf Course

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    When I think about coyotes, I envision some pretty dangerous creatures.

    They’re not usually lurking in the dark waiting to attack humans, but they are predators and should be treated with respect and given a wide berth. Usually they ignore humans completely, which is why Ryan Taplin and his golf buddies were completely shocked when a coyote walked right up to them while they were near the tenth hole of a golf course in Arizona. As it turned out, the coyote needed something from them.

    It was thirsty and seemed to be begging for water, so the men filled up a plastic cup and handed it over. The coyote seemed so grateful.

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    After their encounter, the animal headed off on its merry way. What a nice ending to something that must have been shocking and scary for the golfers!

  • This Piglet Has The Wrong Number Of Legs And Tails But Wait Until You See The Others

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    Weird animals have long been staples at sideshows.

    People used to pay to see two-headed sheep and other oddities that resulted from mutations. Farmers who breed animals for a living can see all kinds of deformations and strangeness over the course of a lifetime, but most of us never experience it, so it’s sort of shocking and creepy. Whether or not you think it’s cool is totally up to you.

    In recent months, there have been several different reports of mutated pigs in China, which makes us wonder what’s going on over there.

    This piglet, who otherwise appears healthy and happy, has two back ends, an extra set of legs, and a second tail.

    There have also been reports of a monkey-faced pig, a pig that looks human, and this animal, who has a strange growth on his face. Some say these mutations are the result of too much pollution, while others say it’s all a coincidence.

    Ugh. These little guys totally freak me out! I hope they live happy and healthy lives…far away from me.

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  • This Amazing Video Is Full Of Whales Breaching But One Clip Has Everybody Going Nuts

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    My #1 bucket list item is to go whale watching.

    I love the ocean, and I think whales are some of the most majestic creatures in the world. I think it would be so incredible to see them living freely in their natural habitat. For now, though, I can enjoy the amazing videos whale watchers take while they’re out on the water.

    Craig Capehart recently caught some amazing footage of humpback whales out doing their thing in the ocean, and it’s pretty incredible. Humpback whales are some of the largest, with the ones he captured on camera weighing in at around 40 tons. But being that enormous didn’t stop one from doing something amazing.

    While breaching, it leaped out of the water, clearing it entirely. This apparently has never been caught on video before.

    Check out all of his amazing footage in the video below. It’s a must-see!

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    OMG! I can’t even imagine what it must have been like to be there. What animal sightings are on your bucket list? Let us know in the comments!

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  • Hold Your Horses, Because This Nonsense Is The Next Big Thing In Rodeo Fun

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    America’s bravest are usually out fighting fires, but when this crew recently had some down time, they decided to invent something truly astounding: fire hose rodeo.

    While they were hanging out one day, they decided to take their truck into a muddy field. They rigged the hose in such a way that the nozzle pointed straight at the ground. That’s when one firefighter decided to take the brave first steps to creating what’s about to be everyone’s favorite sport! Okay, maybe not…

    Before turning the water on, the guinea pig climbed onto the hose in full gear.

    That’s when the rest of them turned things up a notch.

    What ensued can only be described as a muddy mess!

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    Something tells me they’d better stick to what they know best. But then again who am I to say? Fire hose rodeo might just be the next big thing in sports.

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  • This Is 100 Percent Not What Mom Expected To Find When She Looked At The Kiddie Pool

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    There was really nothing better than hanging out in the kiddie pool on hot summer afternoons when I was little.

    And most kiddos today would probably agree. It’s an easy way to entertain the little ones for hours while making sure that they stay cool. But when the mother in this video started getting her kids ready for a dip, she quickly changed her mind when she noticed a particularly huge pool crasher dropping by.

    Before she knew it, a huge bear had seized the opportunity to get its feet wet.

    The cutie even decided to play with some pool toys. Why not?

    Sadly, all that excitement led the bear to tear a hole in the pool and ruin the fun.

    Watch the clumsy encounter in the video below!

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    What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever found in your yard? Be sure to share your wacky stories in the comments!

  • People Said This Dad Was Crazy, But What He Did Saved His Baby’s Life

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    When it comes to being a parent, sometimes one of the best things you can do is trust your instincts.

    There’s just something to be said for gut feelings. Thankfully for 45-year-old Stu Bonsall, when he noticed something different about the way his four-week-old daughter Megan was crying, he didn’t think twice about looking stupid and instead sought out medical attention.

    Like all babies, Megan certainly does her fair share of crying. That said, when Bonsall came home from work one night, he noticed his daughter’s wails were out of the ordinary.

    Despite knowing how silly they might look bringing a baby to the ER just for crying, he and his wife drove to Burnley General Hospital.

    Once at the hospital, doctors made the horrifying realization that the little one would have to be put into a medically induced coma.

    Megan and her parents were transferred to a bigger hospital in Manchester, where the infant underwent a variety of tests. The tests revealed that Megan was suffering from sepsis, which is life threatening. Dad was right to take her in.

    Fortunately, after three days of treatment, Megan was ready to be brought out of the coma. A week later, she was back at home.

    (Via Daily Mail)

    Instead of brushing of his daughter’s cries, Bonsall trusted his intuition and saved her life. Kudos to you, Dad!

  • Truly Unbothered Dog Spends Some Quality Time With His Snake Friends

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    If there’s two animal you’d never expect to get along, they would be Staffies and snakes.

    Fortunately, this calm and collected Staffordshire terrier is proving that even the mostly unlikely duos can become the best of friends. Dozer can’t get enough of his owner’s pet snakes and has become quite the snake charmer himself. And while snakeskin isn’t a fashion trend I would normally get behind, I think this pup looks dashing in his slithery necklaces.

    Dozer is certainly braver than I’ll ever be!

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    He’s cool as a cucumber! Would your dog react this way to snakes? Let us know in the comments.

  • Abstinence-Only, "No Promo Homo" Sex Ed Keeps Queer Teens In The Dark

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    My eyes landed on a digital alarm clock on Bryan’s nightstand. It read 3:12 a.m. in big block numbers. Bryan whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my neck: “Stay there.” My head still spinning from the club, I tried to focus on the clock’s numbers, and only on the clock’s numbers. I added them up to six. I rearranged them in order: 1, 2, 3.


    A month earlier, I had come out to a friend over the phone, pacing in the backyard of my parents’ house in rural Oklahoma. I was 20. My feet crunched on dead yellow grass as I walked back and forth in front of a barbed wire fence out by the cows. “I think I’m gay,” I said. With those magic words, a place opened up for me — one where I was no longer hiding, but one where I was utterly alone. Until Bryan.

    I randomly added him on Facebook shortly after I came out. He was tagged in one of my straight friend’s pics at a party, and I saw he had listed himself as “interested in men” on his profile. I thought he was cute, and I was desperate to meet other gay people. He accepted my request, and we started chatting.

    Bryan went to school in Stillwater but was in Oklahoma City for the summer. He was the first guy to express interest in me. He was nice, and he was attractive, and he knew all these things I didn’t know. We decided to meet up.

    He was nice, and he was attractive, and he knew all these things I didn’t know.

    Bryan knew where it was safe to hold hands, and where it wasn’t. He knew all these back roads where we could park and smoke and not get caught. He knew how to sneak me into the gay bars up in the city. He took me to one, a watering hole called Tramps, and he showed me this spot in the backyard, a concrete bench where I could stand and peek over into the neighboring hotel. “They’re cruising,” he said one night of the men who were pacing the corridors with trucker caps tilted over their eyes and hands jammed in their pockets.

    Gay life was shadowed in mystery back then: a seedy, boozy underworld where people hid their faces and talked in code. But Bryan knew just about everything there was to know about it. Bartenders would call him “sugar” and wink at him when he walked in. Drag queens would dance on his lap. He got invited to all the parties, and he’d take me with him. Every day, he’d pull back a curtain and show me something new. He’d explain it. He’d guide me with his hands.

    Soon after we started seeing each other, when he first asked if he could top me, I said, “In what?” I thought he was going to reply Mario Kart or something. It was that bad. I look back, and I think that 20 is pretty old to still not know anything about anything.


    But I was the product of a perfect storm of ignorance. Like many young queer people across the country, I didn’t have access to comprehensive sexual education. This was years before Teen Vogue published its controversial anal sex guide, and representations of gayness on TV didn’t really exist beyond the occasional punchline. I didn’t have an internet community to turn to. I didn’t have mentors to teach me. And I never dared to look at porn or dirty magazines, either, because I was afraid of God.

    I didn’t even know what “gay” was until I was called it at summer camp. Everything I knew about homosexuality, I learned from other kids. I learned that being perceived as gay meant getting your ass kicked on the regular. I learned that physical intimacy between men was disgusting, something to scoff at, laugh at, gag at. I learned that AIDS was God’s way of punishing the homosexuals for their misdeeds. I learned that their lives were empty.

    What I learned from my peers was never corrected in the classroom, where our teachers weren’t allowed to bring up homosexuality in any context other than scaremongering about disease. Oklahoma is one of eight “no promo homo” states — for publicly funded schools, mentioning homosexuality is only allowed in the classroom if it’s to caution students about AIDS.

    I’d gone to Catholic school for the first six years of my formal education, where any reference to sex, much less homosexuality, had been meticulously scrubbed from the curriculum. I didn’t fare much better in my public middle school out in the middle of nowhere, where I had my first-ever experience with sex ed. We were taught in a class called “physical health” to abstain from sex unless we wanted an STD or a pregnancy. Gay people weren’t mentioned.

    The only thing sex ed accomplished in teaching me about gay people was that we weren’t supposed to exist.

    Regardless of sexual orientation, abstinence was the promoted policy for us teenagers, as is still the case in the majority of states. This, of course, didn’t make anyone stop having sex, just like not mentioning gay people didn’t make me disappear. Teenage pregnancy rates are highest in states with abstinence-only sex education, and abstinence-only programs have not been proven to reduce sexually transmitted infection rates or a person’s number of sex partners.

    The only thing sex ed accomplished in teaching me about gay people was that we weren’t supposed to exist, and I abided by that religiously. I hid myself so thoroughly and with such paranoia that I was willing to do just about anything to keep it a secret, to make it seem like I was straight.


    The first time I had sex was in the back of an empty movie theater with a girl I didn’t know that well. I don’t remember her name. I know that I was 15, and that she was older than me, and that she smelled like lavender. I was at an age when the boys in my class were bragging about sex, and anyone who hadn’t done it was either a loser or a faggot or both. People were starting to catch on to me. I was terrified of them finding out.

    We lay down on the folding theater seats, me on top, her underneath. I was scared, not only because I didn’t know what I was doing, but also because my classmates had told me rumors about the seats in the theater. They told me I could get STDs because of all the people who’d had sex on them. They told me I could get AIDS from the used needles that druggies had left behind. But my anxiety about being gay — not just being called gay, but secretly knowing that I was — trumped my fears of the dark theater.

    I was at a party in high school when sex came up again, the party where I got drunk for the first time. A friend of mine moved away, but no one lived in the family’s old house yet. There was no air conditioning and no plumbing. We sat cross-legged on the dirty carpet and drank until we were wasted, then we crash-landed on couches and pillows and spare mattresses. I ended up next to this guy, another friend. His hands started searching all over me under the sheets, his speech slurred. “Dude, I’m so wasted,” he said. “I’m not even gay.” He said that a few times while I wondered what to do. “I’m not even gay.”


    The night Bryan drove me back to his place after taking me to the club, I was slumped over in the passenger seat of his car, my eyes shut tight. Watching the passing streetlights was making me nauseous. I worried I was going to throw up.

    “Have you thought more about bottoming?” Bryan asked me as he drove. He’d been bringing it up a lot lately. I knew it was something he wanted me to do, but I wasn’t ready. I looked over at him incredulously, wondering why he’d ask me again. I was in no condition to try it that night. “Not now,” I said. We rode in silence back to his place. He guided me to his bed, set me down on my stomach, and I fell asleep.

    I didn’t know men could be raped.

    At 3:12 am, he penetrated me without lube and without a condom. I was passed out on his bed, and when I woke up, he was inside of me. While I stared at the clock and waited for him to finish, my first thought was not that I was being raped. I didn’t know men could be raped. My first thought was that if I pushed him off, he’d be upset with me.

    Weeks went by, and I didn’t get tested for anything. I didn’t know that was what I was supposed to do. I only knew that I didn’t see Bryan the same way after that night, and that I called things off with him shortly after. Still, I didn’t think he had done anything wrong. We were dating, and he wanted to hook up in his bed. I thought that breaking up with him would be the end of it. But it wasn’t.

    Every once in a while, I would have nightmares about Bryan touching me. Nightmares where I was clutching the quilt on his bed, and some invisible force was pushing me down, anchoring me in place. I would feel occasional white-hot spurts of anger, but I couldn’t identify its source.

    These thoughts and emotions only existed as frightening, amorphous figures in the dark, and I didn’t have the vocabulary to name them, to give them shape and texture. I sat with them, and they spoke to me in a language I didn’t speak, because I’d never learned how.


    I read somewhere that monsters are only monsters because we don’t understand them or can’t explain them. That makes sense to me. It wasn’t until months later, when I told a friend in college what had happened to me and he suggested I see a counselor at the campus health center, that I came to understand my own experience and was able to process my feelings. It was after that that I realized what a scary place I had been in without even knowing it. Education can’t guarantee your safety. But I was uneducated — about gay sex, about consent — and that made me more vulnerable.

    Abstinence-only sex ed and “no pro homo” laws keeps kids in the dark, leaving them with bodies they don’t fully understand and experiences they have no context for. Policymakers might think they’re protecting young people by keeping them uninformed. But it’s in the shadows of ignorance where the monsters are.

    I had another nightmare not too long ago. I was in a dark room. A hand anchored me to the floor with overwhelming strength. It paralyzed me. All I could do was wait and watch. I woke up in a sweat, and as the world came back into focus around me and the dream receded to the back of my mind, I breathed a sigh of relief that the light was on, and that I could move.


  • Mom Recounts Hilariously Traumatizing Story That You Can Probably Identify With

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    For most stressed-out mothers out there, there are two major tasks they have to carry out pretty much constantly.

    The first task is trying to protect their child’s innocence from life’s many risqué moments. The other issue is perpetually making sure Dad is upholding his end of the chore bargain (yes, even while the game is on).

    But when these two things collide, as one mommy blogger reveals, the end results are equal parts hilarious and traumatizing.

    Blogger Emma Lou Harris is used to having to put up a fight to get her husband, Joe, to help out around the house, so when her loving husband emptied the dishwasher without her asking, she knew it was time for some clothing-optional appreciation.

    After rushing the kids to bed, it was time for the pair to retreat to their own bedroom for a fun night.

    Things began to heat up for the couple. “We were just getting to the bit of the act about half way through where you actually consider going professional and you wonder why you ain’t teaching these kinda moves on some sort of intense weekend course for beginners,” Harris joked.

    But the passion was cut short when a tiny voice uttered the famous word no parent wants to hear during an intense love-making session: “MOMMMY!!!!”

    In an instant, her worst nightmare had come true. “I look up to see a moving smudge of color in a ‘my little pony’ night gown rubbing its eyes and whinging. I pray to the baby Jesus that we have a poltergeist and I also pray it’s legally blind,” she reminisced.

    But it was the shrieking sounds of her husband that sent Harris into hysterics. “I watched him, almost in slow motion, fly through the air in panic , the anaconda swerving all over the place threatening to strangle me to death in the act. Seriously, the thing nearly slapped me in the face and blackened the eyes off me on its jump up there.”

    Once the horror and fear retreat from Harris’ eyes, she realizes that the mysterious blur in front of her bed is none other than their daughter Frankie, who had lost her pacifier in her bedroom and needed her mother’s help finding it.

    You can read the story in her own hilarious words below!

    There’s an inevitable moment in every parents life when your children catch a glimpse of something you’d much rather they didn’t.

    Something that the retinas of any grown adult human would need a full lifetime and then some to erase from their traumatised memory boxes but your own child?
    Fortnightly shrink sessions for life and replacement eyes are a must.
    And I would give serious consideration to hypnosis.

    I’d had two full beers that night and Joe had emptied the dishwasher without having to be asked.
    I knew right then and there it was game on. Pants. Off!

    We shipped the kids to bed as quick as lightening and the very moment they slipped into a slumber, Mission slipping into other things commences for us as we hopped on straight down to sexy town.

    Things were getting heated. We were just getting to the bit of the act about half way through where you actually consider going professional and you wonder why you ain’t teaching these kinda moves on some sort of intense weekend course for beginners. Ye know, your about 2 mins in and all of a sudden bitches be thinking they some sort of Christian and Anastasia yoga instructors.

    It was getting hotter then Satan’s ball sack and I was trying to hold in the noises .
    There was nails digging and hair pulling and and headboards knocking and we were JUST about to be reminded whyyyyyyyyy the HELL I ever put up with this bollox leaving his crap all over the house when suddenly,

    ” Mammmmmmmmy??????????”

    HOLY SHITBALLS!!!!

    My panic sweat glands jump into emergency mode busting open like a military operation and my vagina zips itself up to my back immediately before I’ve even had a chance to turn my head.

    I look up to see a moving smudge of colour in a ‘my little pony’ night gown rubbing its eyes and whinging.
    I pray to the baby Jesus that we have a poltergeist and I also pray it’s legally blind.

    My vision is blurred with both the sheer fright and with truth tears over fears of who I’ll find behind the blur of doom. I knew the answer.

    In that same split second I hear a small girl scream . It’s Joe, it was the noise accompanied by him leaping off me higher than a kangaroo hurdler while very nearly giving himself a home circumcision from the ceiling fan in the process.

    I watched him, almost in slow motion fly through the air in panic , the anaconda swerving all over the place threatening to strangle me to death in the act.

    Seriously, the thing nearly slapped me in the face and blackened the eyes off me on it’s jump up there.

    I sit up in a rush, my arse is still lingering up at my throat where it jumped and hid at the first “m” of “mammy”. My hair is looking like I’ve just had the misfortune of science project exploding in my face. Joe is huddled in the corner of the room under a white duvet, rocking back and forth like he’s going through an exorcism all the while muttering pleads to Jesus under his breathe that this isn’t happening.
    After another few blinks my vision becomes clear and I see.I t’s Frankie , my poor poor misfortunate child. She’s standing at the side of our bed. For how long ?

    Who fucking knowsssss!!!

    She’s rubbing her eyes and momentarily I consider the fact that she may actually be trying to scratch them out. She tells me she’s lost her soother in her bed and she needs me to look for it.

    I oblige.

    She wanders into her room and says nothing. Puts her soother in and goes back to sleep while me and Joe stay awake all night staring at the ceiling and speak not one word to each other.

    I don’t know what she saw that night.
    I can’t say for definite if she saw too much or if she saw anything at all.

    All I know is, if in the future, My poor poor innocent child ever comes to me and tells me she remembers a very vivid dream where two large warthogs were trying to give each other a hoosh over a wall or that two friggin tapers where playing an aggressive game of twister , well,

    I guess I’ll have my answer.

    Myself and Joe are due to finish our Trauma Counseling sometime in the year 2045.

    (via Emma Lou Harris Blog)

    While the daughter never outright said she saw her parents doing the nasty, it’s safe to say that years down the road it’ll come up in therapy. But hey, at least Mom has a sense of humor about the whole thing.

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  • She Was Out On Safari When She Witnessed A Heartbreaking Sight She’ll Never Forget

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    They say elephants never forget.

    Whether or not that’s an exaggeration, it is true that elephants are highly intelligent and social animals. They’ve been known to protect the injured in their herds and mourn the loss of family members. Every so often, we see evidence of this kind of empathy in elephants, and it can be heartbreaking to watch. Heidi Haas was out scouting a location for a safari when she came across a tragedy she’ll never forget.

    Haas began filming a herd of elephants who were surrounding a baby that had been hit by a speeding car. They tried to help it get up and to the side of the road. The baby’s back and leg were broken.

    Rangers were called to help, but Haas said that there was nothing they could do. “The elephant family didn’t want them being anywhere near the herd,” Ms. Haas said. “There was little other they could do than put this young elephant out of its misery.”

    “It was emotionally draining to watch and I never want to have to experience such a moment again,” she continued.

    Haas shared the video in hopes to prevent similar incidents in the future, saying, “My last words to everyone who visits these magnificent parks all over the world, please take care and don’t over speed as the loss of such a beautiful life as in this case is absolutely unnecessary.” You can watch the video below, but be warned. The footage is gut-wrenching.

    This is too awful for words. We should all take great care to protect animals when we’re driving.

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