I'm pretty sure the dude's just having a good time because he's at a concert and he's all young and shit. He's probably high, too. Look at that glorious blue sky! Who wouldn't be joyous on such a perfect day when they're all young and high and shit? Dude, I'm old, it's dark and I'm not even at a concert (full disclosure: I am listening to Lord Huron's new album and it's fucking amazing. There's some stuff that's not up to their other work, and a weird 14-minute filler piece at the end, but Drops In The Lake might become the most beloved Lord Huron song ever) and I'm totally joyous right now. I'm also stoned out of my mind, so take that as a plus, a minus or a none-of-the-above. Look, all I'm saying is there's a cute video video of a sheep standing down a Border Collie. Props to the sheep for having the kinda balls it doesn't have anymore, but fucking with a Border Collie is asking for that dog to fuck up your tax return later. So yeah, y'know, cute dog and cute sheep and some Welshman who knows he's getting some pussy tonight and if that dog screws this up, it ain't gonna be the sheep getting fucked. That's life in Wales, man. Those dudes will fuck anything. I mean, if I was stuck in Wales with nothing else to do, I'd be looked at our four-legged friends in a far more than friendly way, too. Also, they don't have vowel mines there so they're stuck spelling words with all contestants and chunks of coal for punctuation. NO idea how that little linguistic hiccup got passed the Proto-Germanic language tree, but people in Quebec speak a language that's completely similar to French, only without the word order, the grammar and any words that are actually in French. The French hate that shit because they're French and no one in Europe is being all shirty these day. Except that dude in Belarus who apparently doens't know what an utter fucking legend the guy who runs Ryanair is. Fucking hell this shit's good. Anyway, the whole point of this was that a dog, a sheep and a Welshman walk into a bar and the bartender asks the man what he wants. And the Welshman tells, in exceedingly graphic detail, what he wants while the sheep and the collie listen in horror, straining against their leads and praying Pop-Up Darwin will suddenly appear and gift them opposable thumbs, a cellphone, and a SIM card that actually works in fucking Wales, because those vowel-less cocksuckers have a totally different cell system than the rest of the UK. Shit, you try to make a call to anywhere in Gwfjhsrmflsslll, the first thing you notice is that numbers have apparently joined the vowels in being MIA, and you're trying to explain that you just want to make a call to London and the operator is speaking some language that'd scare the shit outta C'htulu and finally you just give up and hop back on the Ryanair flight to JFK while scanning constantly for Mig-29s.

Anyway, be happy.

As soon as the humans off themselves through their own stupidity, it's between my species and them for control over the globe. Sure, they have opposable thumbs, can climb trees, aren't thwarted by locks and . . . oh, shit.

We're just waiting.
Waiting for the right moment.
The moment when the guys sitting at the Minuteman controls wander off for a snack.
And leave the keys in the launch position
And leave the codes written on a Post-It attached to the underside of their keyboard
And for evolution to turn this damned dewclaw into an opposable thumb
Until then,
We're just waiting...
(in the meantime, if you could just leave the door to the hen-house slightly ajar, we'd appreciate it. Thanks.)

If Border Collies had opposable thumbs, we'd all be working for them.

I'm an apex predator who's nearly as old as the dinosaurs, and you're a johnny come lately monkey who cant even be bothered to hold his camera the right way.
You could have captured me in my full reptilian glory, it would have been awesome. You know what? Fuck this I'm outta here! I hope you at least remember how to use those opposable thumbs of yours to change your pants properly.

TLDR Proof that alligators hate vertical video.

Hmmm ... excellent question. In addition, how does it spark a flame with no opposable thumb? ... Must be one of those damn FURRIES!!

Opposable thumbs are for pussies.

If cats ever develop opposable thumbs, we're gonners.

"Opposable thumbs. Who needs them?"

I was seeing that very last bit as "Dammit enough of you. You get the HELL in the house!". Otherwise he wouldn't have brought it all the way back across the road.

Spouse's cat, most likely. Unspayed and cranky. Hates him. Continually stares and growls at him. Shreds his slippers. Chews the corners of his briefcase after pissing on it. Tries to get underfoot when he's carrying in an armful of groceries. Yowls at nothing at 3AM. Dreams of putting a yarn tripline at the top of the stairs. Poops next to the litterbox whenever the spouse is away. Hides his car keys next to the radiator in hopes that the car remote starter will melt. Has been secretly training in a correspondence course in opposable thumbs so it can knife him to death in his sleep.

Yeah.

A lack of opposable thumbs hasn't stopped Mariska from making a mockery of your security measures.

Does it have opposable thumbs?

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That first cat has a human scream.


Next thing you know it'll be opposable thumbs! Be afraid, be VERY afraid

No fingers or opposable thumbs... that way they can't take over and enslave humanity.