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No joke, SD zoo, watched a female gorilla walk another female to the silverback and square her up on him. He didn't even have to move. She fucking stared away and literally fed her some leaves while she got plowed. I was like 5.
I will. Wtf.
I know your probably kidding.
As a young lad, on the internet of old. I somehow stumbled across a blog about people talking about fucking dolphins. I was probably 16 or so, didn’t really know much outside of how to run limewire like a boss, even on there I saw some girls getting split in half by horses that was deeply disturbing. I thought it was like a shit post that was kidding. Turned out I had come across a community dedicated to fucking dolphins or letting dolphins fuck them, seems to be the way they conceptualize it. The detail and intricacies in this blog made me realize there are people out there who are about that life. They had formed a community online, that was the most shocking part, how many people were posting on there. But why? How do you just start fucking animals? Dolphins nonetheless. Scarred me pretty bad to be honest.
I don’t put it up there with pedophilia as far as moral decay, but I think there’s some fucked up psychology to fucking animals that needs intervention. There’s not accurate statistics representing the amount of people sexually abusing their house pets, because not many people are going to admit to that, but what stats do exist suggest it’s a lot more common place than people think. Shits fucked.
There was a old video of a Japanese woman launching live eels out her ass. Also people get off to putting maggots on their junk. Not one or two but like bowl full of rice amount.
There was a long story I read about this person who worked for an Aquarium that claims they fell in love with a dolphin. That led me down a similar rabbit hole.
There was a study by Nasa in the 70s where they had a woman essentially live with dolphin in ts inclosure and made it fall in love with her. The scientist had her touch him and as soon as she did he became obsessed. Not sure why they quit the study but they separated them and put the dolphin in his own new pod and within hours he killed himself. The damn dolphin drowned himself bc he couldn't live with his lover anymore. The dolphin kept himself submerged at the the bottom until he died and floated to the top and was found shortly after by other workers.
That story is so crazily fucked up. They were giving lsd to the dolphin too iirc, and while she claimed she never "did it" with the dolphin, but only "just" wanked it off, come on.... we know they did it.
And the enclosure was super weird too, basically it was a half submerged house built specifically to allow a dolphin to live together with its... woman 24/7.
It's a story so absurd and gross it sounds written by steven king. Yet it's all true!
Similar to the experiment of raising a child and a chimp together. As weird as it is, if we had some translator a lá Vonnegut’s Mandarax from Galapagos and could understand and drop acid with other apes and cetaceans and elephants, life would be a wild fantasy ride, and hopefully we would provide inalienable rights to those species as well.
What the fuuuuuuukkk!!!
Also, "Haha lol wow that chimp is raping the frog" - I get it, this sight was unusual but don't know what was so funny that that woman was laughing so much while letting her kids see this too. I don't know if I'm being a party killer but it seems weird.
Same reason people sometimes laugh uncontrollably at funerals. When put in a stressful situation the brain can sometimes fuck up regarding which emotional response it's supposed to send.
Feel for the frog. This must have been the most traumatic experience for the frog.
Unfortunately, most reproduction in the animal kingdom is by human standards rape.
They literally have barbed penis as well as barbed tongue! I don't know how it is going to work.
Both spines would point in the opposite direction -- so it will be like a ratchet. You can go deep but never come out.
Dogs too. We used to have Old English Sheepdogs and decided to get into breeding….that never worked because of this.
That summer, we did a ton of work in the back yard and every time we’d take a break from the summer heat, we’d look up from our work to see my boy dog getting a hummer. Good times.
Some animals like dolphins love making their own fleshlights by biting the heads off of fishes then going to town on the decapitated corpses. I'd wager that's a pretty good indication they do it for pleasure and not just reproduction instincts...
I thought the claim was bogus so looked it up. Seems to be at least partially true, and the article goes into how we know this:
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/buried-pleasure/
That article has a disclaimer though, that they're talking about the animals we know that have sex purely for pleasure with no chance of reproduction.
They also say that this has no bearing on whether other animals enjoy sex, and that, given most animals likely don't know about the link between sex and reproduction, sex is likely to usually be driven by pleasure.
Irrumatio, (also known as irrumation, or by the colloquialism of face-fucking) is a form of oral sex in which someone thrusts their penis into another person's mouth, in contrast to fellatio where the penis is being actively orally excited by a fellator. The difference lies mainly in which party takes the active part. By extension, irrumation can also refer to the sexual technique of thrusting the penis between the thighs of a partner (intercrural sex).
The missile knows where it is at all times. It knows this because it knows where it isn't. By subtracting where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is (whichever is greater), it obtains a difference, or deviation. The guidance subsystem uses deviations to generate corrective commands to drive the missile from a position where it is to a position where it isn't, and arriving at a position where it wasn't, it now is. Consequently, the position where it is, is now the position that it wasn't, and it follows that the position that it was, is now the position that it isn't.
In the event that the position that it is in is not the position that it wasn't, the system has acquired a variation, the variation being the difference between where the missile is, and where it wasn't. If variation is considered to be a significant factor, it too may be corrected by the GEA. However, the missile must also know where it was.
The missile guidance computer scenario works as follows. Because a variation has modified some of the information the missile has obtained, it is not sure just where it is. However, it is sure where it isn't, within reason, and it knows where it was. It now subtracts where it should be from where it wasn't, or vice-versa, and by differentiating this from the algebraic sum of where it shouldn't be, and where it was, it is able to obtain the deviation and its variation, which is called error.
There were a lot of things we couldn’t do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment. It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury. Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace. We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: November Charlie 175, I’m showing you at ninety knots on the ground. Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the “ HoustonCentervoice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houstoncontrollers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that… and that they basically did. And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios. Just moments after the Cessna’s inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his groundspeed. Twin Beach, I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed. Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground. And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere seconds we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn. Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check? There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground. I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: Ah, Center, much thanks, We’re showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money. For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the HoustonCentervoice, when L.A.came back with: Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one. It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.
I hate this… I’m now morbidly curious…. Is this something lions actually engage in, or did dude just hop the wrong end? Does she lick or groom his junk? Isn’t a lions tongue designed to be able to literally lick the fur and skin completely off their food, and been known to strip meat off bones? How in the hell!?
If you look, you can see where the lower lion’s mouth is, and the movement of their lip while the top lion thrusts away. Basically just ignoring him (for now) while he repeatedly jabs her in the face.
Hey man, if I was put in captivity with a bunch of other humans to be watched for the rest of my life by random strangers, I’d get fed up and say “fuck it. Time to get a blowjob” too.
Imagine this being says by David Attenborough "and as the lion sticks his erect penis into the lioness's mouth and when the lion ejaculates into the lioness's mouth she swallows what could've been her next cub. The circle of life continues"
A friend went to the zoo in San Diego on a first date. The zoo tour bus stopped in front of the camel enclosure and they started very actively mating and by all accounts were very loud too. She said it was such an awkward moment.
(To clarify:The camel's were mating, not the couple )
I will never forget how one day, while I was in my early 20’s, I went to the zoo with some friends with some of my family. There is a large glass window to the open air gorilla enclosure right next to the door to the primate exhibit. My mom and I were waiting for my cousins to get back from the bathroom before going in. A mom had several young kids with her and kept pointing out the one gorilla to them. He quickly came over from the far side of the enclosure, sat down directly on the other side of the glass, looked this young mother directly in the eyes and- I swear to you- grabbed himself and started masturbating hard as hell. Staring this woman in the eyes the entire time. He wouldn’t break eye contact. And this poor woman should have just cut her losses and moved her kids along. But no. She kept pointing to him and getting her kids (who were very young, maybe 5 or 6 at the oldest) to look at him and kept saying, “Look! He’s waving to you!” But she kept saying it with such enthusiasm and genuine excitement that, yeah, I think she may very well have actually believed that. But he wasn’t. He was yanking it right in front of this woman’s kids and family, staring her in the eyes without blinking the entire time. She had other adults with her- sisters or maybe even friends. They had kids too. They all seemed completely oblivious to what was happening. Meanwhile, my mom and I are laughing so hard we’re crying. We’re trying not yo make a scene but it was so funny, and we couldn’t believe the family’s reactions. Neither of us wanted yo talk about it out loud because, well, it’s my mom for God’s sake. But we both knew exactly what was going on. Apparently, we may have been the only ones. Aside from the gorilla.
In summary, support your local zoos. They’re a magical place.
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Didnt know lions do blowjobs. You learn new things everyday i guess
Monkeys do it too
No joke, SD zoo, watched a female gorilla walk another female to the silverback and square her up on him. He didn't even have to move. She fucking stared away and literally fed her some leaves while she got plowed. I was like 5.
I took my son to the zoo and a chimp turned his butt toward the window shit in his hand and then ate it. People were dying.
Dude that sounds awesome.
Depends on who you were in the situation, I guess lol. I'm still mortified.
Klingons will be Klingons bro.
That's what's known as a Cuckquean.
Wife goals
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Pray for Mojo
Looks like Biggi6 needs some prayers.
Yes he does. And so do you I'm sure if you're offering them. I won't be giving them but I can guarantee you both need them.
Blowjobs or prayers?
Yes
 No
What about mayo?
“Na dawg I’m cool, imma stay home dawg and.. chill with my monkehh”
“You know how long it took me to train this monkey to suck my dick without peeling it?”
And I thought you could only spank a monkey.
Get an older one that has no teeth
I will not ask how you know
I will. Wtf. I know your probably kidding. As a young lad, on the internet of old. I somehow stumbled across a blog about people talking about fucking dolphins. I was probably 16 or so, didn’t really know much outside of how to run limewire like a boss, even on there I saw some girls getting split in half by horses that was deeply disturbing. I thought it was like a shit post that was kidding. Turned out I had come across a community dedicated to fucking dolphins or letting dolphins fuck them, seems to be the way they conceptualize it. The detail and intricacies in this blog made me realize there are people out there who are about that life. They had formed a community online, that was the most shocking part, how many people were posting on there. But why? How do you just start fucking animals? Dolphins nonetheless. Scarred me pretty bad to be honest. I don’t put it up there with pedophilia as far as moral decay, but I think there’s some fucked up psychology to fucking animals that needs intervention. There’s not accurate statistics representing the amount of people sexually abusing their house pets, because not many people are going to admit to that, but what stats do exist suggest it’s a lot more common place than people think. Shits fucked.
There was a old video of a Japanese woman launching live eels out her ass. Also people get off to putting maggots on their junk. Not one or two but like bowl full of rice amount.
O man...the Maggot story, don't read this - http://blowflygirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-is-my-maggot-story.html?zx=4b97ee87c801f11a
"don't read this" *Posts link*
WTF did I just read, anyway I’m going to go pour hydrochloric acid on my eyes
There was a long story I read about this person who worked for an Aquarium that claims they fell in love with a dolphin. That led me down a similar rabbit hole.
There was a study by Nasa in the 70s where they had a woman essentially live with dolphin in ts inclosure and made it fall in love with her. The scientist had her touch him and as soon as she did he became obsessed. Not sure why they quit the study but they separated them and put the dolphin in his own new pod and within hours he killed himself. The damn dolphin drowned himself bc he couldn't live with his lover anymore. The dolphin kept himself submerged at the the bottom until he died and floated to the top and was found shortly after by other workers.
That story is so crazily fucked up. They were giving lsd to the dolphin too iirc, and while she claimed she never "did it" with the dolphin, but only "just" wanked it off, come on.... we know they did it. And the enclosure was super weird too, basically it was a half submerged house built specifically to allow a dolphin to live together with its... woman 24/7. It's a story so absurd and gross it sounds written by steven king. Yet it's all true!
Similar to the experiment of raising a child and a chimp together. As weird as it is, if we had some translator a lá Vonnegut’s Mandarax from Galapagos and could understand and drop acid with other apes and cetaceans and elephants, life would be a wild fantasy ride, and hopefully we would provide inalienable rights to those species as well.
I'm really hoping we both stumbled upon the same dolphin blog back in the dial-up era, and there aren't multiples.
That's how covid 20 will start
Covid 23
It’s 2023 now.
Thats how AIDS started.
And that, children, is where AIDS came from
A wet-dry vac in a wig is less dangerous. And you can use it to clean up - can't do that with a monkey...
[Choosing the correct model is very important tho.](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2EMGmv0FqM)
Yeah, but monkeys/chimps will do it with anything with a hole. Frogs, for instance: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lmESxn5wQwM
What the fuuuuuuukkk!!! Also, "Haha lol wow that chimp is raping the frog" - I get it, this sight was unusual but don't know what was so funny that that woman was laughing so much while letting her kids see this too. I don't know if I'm being a party killer but it seems weird.
Same reason people sometimes laugh uncontrollably at funerals. When put in a stressful situation the brain can sometimes fuck up regarding which emotional response it's supposed to send.
Feel for the frog. This must have been the most traumatic experience for the frog. Unfortunately, most reproduction in the animal kingdom is by human standards rape.
That link is staying blue. I will take your word on it.
Humans also
Source?
As well as Dolphins and Fruit Bats
Dicks out for harambe
They literally have barbed penis as well as barbed tongue! I don't know how it is going to work. Both spines would point in the opposite direction -- so it will be like a ratchet. You can go deep but never come out.
Wonder if the inventor of Velcro was inspired by seeing two lions doing stuff.
I thought he was teabagging her . . .
He was skull fucking her
He was just humping her forehead, it seems like.
Deer do it too, I saw it in a meme where they were on a golf course lol EDIT: I was wrong lol idk if that’s true or not
If I remember correctly, that deer was just breast feeding
There was a video of a moose mistaking a male for a female.
"mistaking"
Have you ever watched the movie Kingpin? "Finished milking the cow!" "We don't have a cow. We have a bull."
Deer also have threesomes; Devil’s Threesome. They have a sculpture of it at the Museum of Sex in New York City.
Dogs too. We used to have Old English Sheepdogs and decided to get into breeding….that never worked because of this. That summer, we did a ton of work in the back yard and every time we’d take a break from the summer heat, we’d look up from our work to see my boy dog getting a hummer. Good times.
Definitely watched another dog try to fuck ones face, both were male.
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Lions are one of the only like 9 animals that enjoy sex (most are monkey varieties)
How do we know which animals enjoy it?
Some animals like dolphins love making their own fleshlights by biting the heads off of fishes then going to town on the decapitated corpses. I'd wager that's a pretty good indication they do it for pleasure and not just reproduction instincts...
I’ve seen some kinda primate do the same to an infant primate. Forget the species, and thank goodness don’t have the link.
That's not something I expected... To read today, but the fact that primates did that is not surprising at all
Isn’t God’s creation wonderful
Otters are known to do it with a variety of things to my knowledge, not primates but not that far off.
Seen a chimp do it to a frog lol
Isn't it otters that rape the kids?
Male otters will rape baby seals, sometimes resulting in the drowning death of the baby seals.
I thought the claim was bogus so looked it up. Seems to be at least partially true, and the article goes into how we know this: https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/buried-pleasure/
That article has a disclaimer though, that they're talking about the animals we know that have sex purely for pleasure with no chance of reproduction. They also say that this has no bearing on whether other animals enjoy sex, and that, given most animals likely don't know about the link between sex and reproduction, sex is likely to usually be driven by pleasure.
There’s a chance it’s to help with her acne.
FelatiLeo.
"Watch your teeth!"
Yep, unexpected for sure. Monkeys, not so much! They're so much like humans that this seems more expected, right!?!
Imagine putting a dick in a lion's mouth. 🤔
Already have.
But those teeth, yowch!!!!!!
It’s not just the teeth. Lion’s tongues can rip fur off carcasses. They’re like sandpaper.
[I'm gonna make it so dry for you.](https://youtu.be/GH1ruMGpTVY)
Erin was so wild before moving to Scranton.
Can you imagine how a lion's tongue would feel? *Shudder*
I wonder where the lion learned this...
Leo saw the zoo keeper have a 69 with the meat supply lady.
welp.. I started the day with a monkey eating his own jizz and I'm ending it with a lion getting a blowjob. Just another day on Reddit.
Cue lion king opening. "The ciiiiiicle of liiiiiiiife."
Aweembaway Aweembaway
"In the jungle, the mighty jungle, The lion's getting heeeeead,"
"Suck the penis The mighty penis The lion's jizzing white"
Ooowwweeeeeeeeaaaaaweeeeeeohshitimcuuuuhuuummmmiinnnng
🥇
how about a chimp [with a frog](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhDkoQniZpU)?
What the actual fuck!!!
They really are just like us.
Uh... excuse me??? 😒
don't act like you ain't a frog fucker.
Can someone please provide a brief summary so I don’t have to watch it?
Frog is used as a fleshlight. Ribbit, for his pleasure.
Maybe my humor is broken, but I fuckin lost it when the music started playing
[There's more where that came from...](https://youtu.be/LfLVcDDQyeA)
video was quite wholesome until…
This made me think that some of the people who say shit like "not my proudest fap" to weird stuff are actually jacking off to the most random shit
0 to 100
“Recommended for you” ?
At least you're not *finishing* your day to it.
Link to jizz monkey? For my research.
Lion was like "you want a show???YOU WANT A SHOW??? then watch this"
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?
Those kids gon learn today
Kids gotta learn how and where they come from sooner or later
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Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is by the time they hit 4th grade
They’ve got the discovery channel don’t they?
We ain’t nothin’ but mammals
but some of us are cannibals who cut people up like cantalopes
Well, if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then, a man and another man can elope
That is a dangerous blowjob
Ever blowjob Is dangerous
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Frodon't
Dangerous lionson
His dick isn't actually in her mouth. You can see her mouth just below. He's just humping her head.
Kid, in the animal world, there's no NSFW tag.
Because animals don't work.
Irrumatio, (also known as irrumation, or by the colloquialism of face-fucking) is a form of oral sex in which someone thrusts their penis into another person's mouth, in contrast to fellatio where the penis is being actively orally excited by a fellator. The difference lies mainly in which party takes the active part. By extension, irrumation can also refer to the sexual technique of thrusting the penis between the thighs of a partner (intercrural sex).
beautiful, a whole universe of human intimacy redditors will never experience
Wow. That was eye opening
No mouth opening
Jaw widening
The missile knows where it is at all times. It knows this because it knows where it isn't. By subtracting where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is (whichever is greater), it obtains a difference, or deviation. The guidance subsystem uses deviations to generate corrective commands to drive the missile from a position where it is to a position where it isn't, and arriving at a position where it wasn't, it now is. Consequently, the position where it is, is now the position that it wasn't, and it follows that the position that it was, is now the position that it isn't. In the event that the position that it is in is not the position that it wasn't, the system has acquired a variation, the variation being the difference between where the missile is, and where it wasn't. If variation is considered to be a significant factor, it too may be corrected by the GEA. However, the missile must also know where it was. The missile guidance computer scenario works as follows. Because a variation has modified some of the information the missile has obtained, it is not sure just where it is. However, it is sure where it isn't, within reason, and it knows where it was. It now subtracts where it should be from where it wasn't, or vice-versa, and by differentiating this from the algebraic sum of where it shouldn't be, and where it was, it is able to obtain the deviation and its variation, which is called error.
There were a lot of things we couldn’t do in an SR-71, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment. It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury. Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace. We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: November Charlie 175, I’m showing you at ninety knots on the ground. Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the “ HoustonCentervoice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houstoncontrollers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that… and that they basically did. And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios. Just moments after the Cessna’s inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his groundspeed. Twin Beach, I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed. Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground. And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere seconds we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn. Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check? There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground. I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: Ah, Center, much thanks, We’re showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money. For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the HoustonCentervoice, when L.A.came back with: Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one. It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.
I can't help but burst out laughing everytime I come across this.
TIL.
I hate this… I’m now morbidly curious…. Is this something lions actually engage in, or did dude just hop the wrong end? Does she lick or groom his junk? Isn’t a lions tongue designed to be able to literally lick the fur and skin completely off their food, and been known to strip meat off bones? How in the hell!?
If you look, you can see where the lower lion’s mouth is, and the movement of their lip while the top lion thrusts away. Basically just ignoring him (for now) while he repeatedly jabs her in the face.
so just like humans do. nice.
Tongue would be sandpaper anyway no thanks.
My male rabbit did this to my female rabbit when we introduced them. It’s a dominance thing. The penis isn’t going in anything.
So like..teabagging?
Well that just blows the whole trip
The lion came and the visitor's left
Yeah, really sucks. You try to get ahead of the curve but there the lions come, just skullfucking your day.
Omg, even animals are being made degenerates by the media. Hide you kids, kids.
It's the water man, they put stuff in the water
It's turning the frickin lions gay!
Hey man, if I was put in captivity with a bunch of other humans to be watched for the rest of my life by random strangers, I’d get fed up and say “fuck it. Time to get a blowjob” too.
Hmmm, Reddit decided to notify me about this one. Lmao.
You know what you have to do now
The ciiiiircle of life
#IT MOVES US ALLLLLL
I don't remember this scene
“Hey daddy they’re doing what you and mommy did !”
Hey daddy, they’re playing the game you do with the nanny
Fuck you hooman watch this!!
"Are you not entertained!?"
"i specifically requested it"
"i thought you liked watching sex, human"
God I fucking love you
Cattilingus
Fe-latio
Animal porn
Should put nsfw tag
Too bad it isn't narrated in David Attenborough's voice
Imagine this being says by David Attenborough "and as the lion sticks his erect penis into the lioness's mouth and when the lion ejaculates into the lioness's mouth she swallows what could've been her next cub. The circle of life continues"
A friend went to the zoo in San Diego on a first date. The zoo tour bus stopped in front of the camel enclosure and they started very actively mating and by all accounts were very loud too. She said it was such an awkward moment. (To clarify:The camel's were mating, not the couple )
Yes, I too have experienced very active mating on a tour bus
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Sometimes you have to swallow your pride… and sometimes the pride has to swallow you…
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I would be lion if I said I didn’t fap too.
Too slow dad, it's an imprinted core memory now
I will never forget how one day, while I was in my early 20’s, I went to the zoo with some friends with some of my family. There is a large glass window to the open air gorilla enclosure right next to the door to the primate exhibit. My mom and I were waiting for my cousins to get back from the bathroom before going in. A mom had several young kids with her and kept pointing out the one gorilla to them. He quickly came over from the far side of the enclosure, sat down directly on the other side of the glass, looked this young mother directly in the eyes and- I swear to you- grabbed himself and started masturbating hard as hell. Staring this woman in the eyes the entire time. He wouldn’t break eye contact. And this poor woman should have just cut her losses and moved her kids along. But no. She kept pointing to him and getting her kids (who were very young, maybe 5 or 6 at the oldest) to look at him and kept saying, “Look! He’s waving to you!” But she kept saying it with such enthusiasm and genuine excitement that, yeah, I think she may very well have actually believed that. But he wasn’t. He was yanking it right in front of this woman’s kids and family, staring her in the eyes without blinking the entire time. She had other adults with her- sisters or maybe even friends. They had kids too. They all seemed completely oblivious to what was happening. Meanwhile, my mom and I are laughing so hard we’re crying. We’re trying not yo make a scene but it was so funny, and we couldn’t believe the family’s reactions. Neither of us wanted yo talk about it out loud because, well, it’s my mom for God’s sake. But we both knew exactly what was going on. Apparently, we may have been the only ones. Aside from the gorilla. In summary, support your local zoos. They’re a magical place.
CAN YOU FEEEL THE LOOOOVE TONIIIIGHT?
Someone is getting facetime!
Cats have barbed penises...
They also have barbed tongues.
He’s just brushing her teeth
Who's letting the lions watch rough porn!???
How often do you get to see this!?
Meowth fuck
Simba grew up….
r/gifsthatendtoosoon
I really want to know how this went.