#whimsyville

[giddlygoat]

i cut my hair the other day because it had grown out too much. i have a mini-mullet now, which is a bit soul healing honestly

[lesbianralzarek]

if that was actually his plan, jace is such a real one for forcing his friend (??) to go on vacation to whimsyville for a bit until he cools off

[clorvismaximus]

A Childhood of Clownery

I recently had the pleasure of interviewing an older lady who had clowns in her childhood. As we all know, keeping clowns as personal pets is a rather new phenomenon. Previously, only traveling circuses could afford to keep clowns permanently, and most of the older generation could only afford to rent a clown for special occasions, like birthday parties. This is what made this interview that much more interesting!

Without further ado, here is the interview:

Clorvismaximus: I'm delighted to announce that we're here today with Dorrie, a storyteller from the heart of Dixie, ready to share tales of growing up with a special friend—a clown named Doodles. Now, Dorrie, tell us, what was it like having a clown as a childhood companion?

Dorrie: Oh, it was a hoot and a half, I tell ya. Doodles the clown was a Southern gentleman of the Homo Ridiculus variety—his rainbow hair and outfit brighter than a Georgia sunrise.

C: Sounds like he was a real character. Can you walk us through some of your favorite memories with Doodles?

D: Well, sugar, every day was a page out of a country song. Doodles had this way of turnin' the everyday into somethin' magical. Imagine balloons bein' gateways to pretend worlds and confetti showers just 'cause it's Tuesday. His bag of tricks was like a treasure chest, holdin' surprises that kept my heart twirlin'.

C: Doodles certainly knew how to bring the joy. How did your relationship with him evolve over time?

D: Doodles wasn't just a pet; he was kin. We'd sit on the porch, talkin' 'bout triumphs, heartaches, and dreams as the fireflies danced. As the years rolled by, he stayed the same—a source of joy in a world that was gettin' busier by the minute. Our home became a haven where human and clown mixed like cornbread and collard greens.

C: Sounds like a special bond. Any down-home wisdom Doodles shared with you?

D: Absolutely. Doodles had this knack for droppin' nuggets of wisdom. Lessons 'bout findin' joy in the little things and the power of a simple smile. He wasn't just a pet; he was like a Southern granny sharin' the secrets of a good, happy life.

C: It's clear Doodles left a mark on your heart. How did his final journey impact you?

D: Oh, darlin', when Doodles set off on his final journey, the streets of Whimsyville got a mite quieter, and the sky lost a bit of its charm. But as I think back on them good ol' days, my heart's filled with gratitude for the memories we cooked up together.

C: Well, thank you, Dorrie, for sharing this heartfelt tale of Doodles and your childhood. It's been a delight to hear your story.

D: My pleasure, sweatheart. Sometimes, the best stories are the ones we live, and Doodles was the star of my favorite chapter.

I hope you all have found this just as fascinating as I have. Clown care has evolved considerably since Dorrie's childhood years, yet I can see the beginnings of what we have today in Dorrie's memories. I teared up hearing about Doodles departing on his final journey. All clowns must migrate, as we all know, but us clown owners can't help but feel heart broken when it's our clown's turn to start their final journey.

[catonablog-blog-blog]

Title: Davis vs. the State of Minnesota - The Singular Story of the Scheming Skunk Greetings, my dear readers! Rufus T. Flywheel here, your trusted source for all things whimsical and witty. Today, I have an extraordinary tale to share with you - a story that will make you laugh, cry, and perhaps even scratch your head in bewilderment. So, grab your favorite beverage, settle into a comfy chair, and allow me to regale you with the saga of Davis vs. the State of Minnesota - The Singular Story of the Scheming Skunk. It all began on a crisp autumn morning in the quaint town of Whimsyville. Our protagonist, the dashing and daring Mr. Bartholomew Davis, was out for his routine stroll in the town square when he encountered a most peculiar sight - a skunk wearing a monocle and top hat, tipping his hat in a mocking manner. Now, dear readers, you must understand that in Whimsyville, strange occurrences were not uncommon. But a scheming skunk? That was a first. Mr. Davis, being a man of logic and reason, was naturally taken aback by this unexpected encounter. However, being a gentleman of poise and composure, he decided to investigate further rather than run away in fear. As Mr. Davis followed the skunk through the winding streets of Whimsyville, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being led into a trap. And alas, his instincts proved to be correct when he found himself standing face to face with the smirking skunk in front of the town hall. It turned out that the skunk, who introduced himself as Sir Reginald von Stinkerton III, had a bone to pick with the State of Minnesota. Yes, dear readers, you heard that right - a skunk with a vendetta against an entire state! Sir Reginald claimed that the state had passed a law prohibiting skunks from wearing monocles and top hats in public, an act that he deemed a gross violation of his skunk rights. Now, at this point, Mr. Davis could have chosen to walk away and leave Sir Reginald to his own devices. But being the noble soul that he was, Mr. Davis decided to take up Sir Reginald's cause and challenge the State of Minnesota on behalf of all skunks who wished to express their sartorial preferences. And so, the stage was set for the epic legal battle of Davis vs. the State of Minnesota. The courtroom was abuzz with anticipation as Mr. Davis, with his trusty sidekick, a posh platypus named Percival, by his side, presented his case before the honorable Judge Pumpernickel. As Mr. Davis eloquently argued for the right of skunks to don monocles and top hats without fear of persecution, the courtroom was filled with a sense of tension and intrigue. The State of Minnesota, represented by a stern-faced bulldog named Barrister Snarl, vehemently defended the law, citing public safety concerns and the need for uniformity in dress code. But Mr. Davis was not one to be swayed by legal jargon and bureaucratic nonsense. With his quick wit and shrewd reasoning, he dismantled the State's arguments piece by piece, leaving Barrister Snarl fumbling for words and Judge Pumpernickel nodding in agreement. In a stunning twist of fate, Mr. Davis called Sir Reginald to the stand as a key witness, who regaled the court with tales of skunk fashion from around the world and the importance of individual expression. The jury, comprised of a motley crew of woodland creatures, was visibly moved by Sir Reginald's impassioned testimony. And then, dear readers, came the moment of truth. Judge Pumpernickel, after much contemplation and a dramatic pause that seemed to last an eternity, delivered his verdict - in favor of Mr. Davis and Sir Reginald von Stinkerton III. The courtroom erupted in cheers and applause as Mr. Davis and Sir Reginald embraced in a triumphant hug. The news of their victory spread like wildfire across Whimsyville, and soon, skunks from far and wide were seen strutting proudly in their monocles and top hats, no longer living in fear of retribution. As for Mr. Davis, he had once again proven that justice, no matter how absurd the circumstances, would always prevail in the end. And so, dear readers, I leave you with this moral of the story - never underestimate the power of a scheming skunk and a determined gentleman in the pursuit of truth and justice. Until next time, stay whimsical! Yours whimsically, Rufus T. Flywheel

[thedhananjayaparkhe]

5 Random phrases make 5 great stories...

Right Off the Bat In the bustling town of Whimsyville, there lived a young inventor named Charlie. With a mind as quick as lightning and a heart full of dreams, Charlie was always coming up with new ideas and inventions. But like most geniuses, he had a tendency to act on his impulses without thinking things through. One sunny morning, as Charlie sat tinkering in his workshop, inspiration struck…

[weird-things-to-think]

The Day a Purple Cow Jumped Over the Moon: A Nonsensical Event in History

Twenty years ago today, an event occurred that still leaves many scratching their heads in disbelief. It was the day a purple cow, of all things, jumped over the moon. Yes, you read that right. According to obscure historical records, eyewitnesses claimed to have seen a most peculiar sight - a bovine of violet hue leaping over the glowing orb in the night sky. As you can imagine, this caused quite a stir in the town of Whimsyville, where the event purportedly took place. To this day, the tale of the jumping purple cow remains a fascinating enigma, leaving us to wonder whether it was a prank, a surreal hallucination, or an actual bizarre occurrence. Whatever the truth may be, one thing is certain - it's a reminder that history's strangest moments can leave a lasting impression. Who knows what other peculiar events may be lurking in the annals of time, waiting to be discovered and pondered with amused bewilderment? Remember, sometimes the most unlikely stories can turn out to be the most intriguing.

[therenealsco]

Jarden and the Curious Cat

Embark on a captivating journey with Jarden, a curious boy who learns that knowledge and humility go hand in hand. A tale of wisdom, growth, and heartwarming lessons. #CuriosityUnleashed #ChildrensStory

Once upon a time, in a cozy little town called Whimsyville, lived a curious young boy named Jarden. He had sparkling blue eyes that reflected his unquenchable thirst for knowledge. Jarden loved exploring the world around him and discovering new things. He spent his days asking questions, observing nature, and learning from the wise people of his town. One sunny afternoon, as Jarden strolled…

[kpkpkiran]

Winner of the Fart Burp Sneeze Puke Pee Poop at the Same Time Contest

True story. In the quaint town of Whimsyville, Whimsylvania a peculiar contest called the "Fart Burp Sneeze Puke Pee Poop at the Same Time Contest" took place. The whole town buzzed with excitement as the five contestants from different corners of the United States arrived, each armed with their unique bodily talents. In a twist of fate, it was revealed when the contestants discovered that they were all childhood friends who had lost touch over the years. Sally, Bobby, Emily, Max, and Olivia couldn't believe their eyes as they greeted each other with both surprise and laughter.

[sherryarthur]

Rainbow Whimsyville Bayou Imaginative Original Art On Canvas Original Artwork Total Size 25 x 36 Three Canvas Set

[whimsyville-blog]

Two girls #jackrussells #whimsyville... Isnt it time we painted your fur baby ? #petportraits .

[giddlygoat]

the caretaker

[tomatomarrow]

My boyfriend is getting powerfully excited about the oyster mushroom-growing kit he just purchased.  We're calling it Monica.

[miscellaniaofself]

TENDERHIVE - PICK ONE!

adarlingdeer, whimsyville, & twistedpseudonym -- pick one:

Sage

Lavender

Citrus

Rose

Elderberry

Vanilla

Chai

[caduceator]

miles is my national treasure

[alongsidetheskies]

My moms trying to do plumbing

Birth mom: *crawls awkwardly under sink using cell phone as flashlight*

Other mom: honey, I think you're recording yourself.

Birth mom: what the fucking fuck. I don't understand this.

Other mom: honey, your definitely recording yourself.

Birth mom: *looking at pipes* no I'm not. I don't understand this fucking thing. why is this all.... the way it is?

Other mom: please come out from under their, honey.

*assorted laughing and grumbling*

Me: if you put that video online, it would go viral.

Other mom: *distractedly trying to pull birth mom out from under the sink* huh, you have a viral Internet?

[kinthulou]

whimsyville replied to your post “GUYS I HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE.”

you did it!!!!

I still have to send the landlady proof of income and figure out what day I can actually move in and scrape up money for pet deposits but but but.

FRIEND I AM MOVING INTO A HOUSE WHERE THERE WILL BE SIX OF US AND NONE OF US WILL BE CIS.