The acolytes, clad in their ceremonial vestments, gathered solemnly in the main hall. “Celebrants, be of good cheer,” said the high priest atop the sacrificial altar, “for the One who was foretold has come at last.” As he held the child aloft, he intoned the sacred words from the forbidden text, signifying to the ancient gods that the one known as Jingles was the lucky 10,000th customer.
Mike’s story fit the photo perfectly but I am really curious as to where that photo comes from and what these people are really doing.
Simba?
I am like Pavlov’s dog and Mike’s stories are the bell ringing. I get so excited for the scroll down!! And its always great!!
All hail Jingles! 🤣
Ok, what the heck?! Looks like some shelter or vet personnel were having fun. And the cat is like finally, you recognize me as the god I am. All hail our overlords
I bet this cat doesn’t feel lucky to be the 10,000th patient but enjoys the bowing down before it.
This really happened back in my professor days, though not to me: a colleague was talking about Mayan culture and human sacrifice. A student actually raised his hand to ask if human sacrifice hurt. (We assume he meant “hurt the victim,” not the priest.)
Isn’t this a pretty common student question when you’re teaching about the French Revolution, medieval England, Vlad the Impaler, etc?
I mean it’s a legit question to ask if having your head chopped off would hurt.
Ummmm, isn’t the answer a little obvious? Maybe I just don’t think enough about these things.
Looks like a slow day at the vet’s office: “Hey everybody, let’s play Lion King! Wiggles can play Simba!”
Poor Wiggles.
I choose to believe that Wiggles wasn’t up there for longer than the split second it took to get the shot.
In my house this form of worship is called ‘Monday.’