Steven Sanders

When Kane perfectly imitates The Rock and Hulk Hogan… and steals the whole show 😂😭

The head shake is all you really need #YaBettaRecognize

Dick Van Dyke turned 100 years old a few months ago and is no longer allowed to play with LEGOs.

This has to be one of the BEST SmackDown endings ever 😭

Technically, you still have tenure. But also - thanks to the state legislature - you are also now an “at will” employee.

Santino Marella’s hilarious moment with Kofi Kingston 😭 He honestly earned a Hall of Fame spot just for that 😂

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Tennessee State and Meharry have an accelerated program for students to become doctors and dentist in 7 years. Currently this program has no Black Men applying. Applicants can email Gussie.Fuller@gmail.com and also have them follow @theblackdoctor on IG! Please like and share!

PhD supervisor: What's wrong with your data? Mum: What's wrong with you? Therapist: What's wrong with your life? Predatory journals: Dear Eminent Professor,

This is honestly disgusting. There is absolutely NO reason for unprotected chair shots to the head in Pro Wrestling anymore. He could have got seriously hurt doing this man. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 (Via proyectowrestlingseries)

never seen someone get excommunicated by a community note

@DRStevenSanders I also still support you 😆

Our paper published in European Political Science Review (EPSR) examines the Influence of Perceived Ethnic Marginalization on Vaccination Intent mediated by Trust in the Government. doi.org/10.1017/S17557…

Do you remember in The Lion King when scar told the hyenas if they helped him become king he will make their lives better and then their lives didn’t get better and he blamed them for it. And upon realizing this, the hyenas ate him. Do with that story what you will.

Sister Magdalena is collecting for charity in Manhattan when she feels the need to use the toilet. She pops into a busy bar on 39th Street and stands for a moment, observing the patrons having a good time. She can't help noticing that every few minutes the lights go out, and when that happens, everyone cheers. Sister Magdalena then asks the bartender if she can use their facilities. "Well, sister," says the bartender, "you're welcome to use them, but I must warn you: in the ladies' toilet, there is a statue of a naked man wearing only a fig leaf at the handwash area." "That's not a problem," says Sister Magdalena. "I will avert my eyes." So she walks off to use the facilities and, when finished, returns to the bar. As she enters, all the customers stop and stare, then break into loud applause. Sister Magdalena is puzzled by this, so she asks the bartender, "Why did all your customers applaud me just because I went to the restroom?" "Well," says the bartender, "you've shown yourself to be one of us. So, can I get you a drink?" "No, thank you," replies Sister Magdalena, "but I still don't understand." "Well, sister," says the barman, "every time someone lifts up the fig leaf on the statue, the lights all go out. Now, would you like that drink?"

@WilliamHatungi1 You might be at the wrong Oregon university, but I still support you lol

@DRStevenSanders Thanks! I will very much appreciate it 😊

Ma and Pa were two old hillbillies living out on a farm in the hills. One day, Pa discovered that the hole under the outhouse was full. Not sure what to do, he went inside and told Ma about the problem. "Well, why don't you ask the young'un down the road?" Ma suggested. "He's a college gradjyate, he must know what to do." So, Pa drove down to the neighbor's house and asked, "Mr. College Gradjyate, my outhouse hole's full, and I don't know what to do to empty it." Yeah, it’s cool right. The young man replied, "Get yourself two sticks of dynamite-one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse. Place them under the outhouse and light them both at the same time. The first one will shoot the outhouse up in the air, and while it's in the air, the second one will go off, spreading the mess all over your land. The outhouse will then come back down right on top of the empty hole. Pa thanked the young man and headed to the hardware store, where he bought two sticks of dynamite one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse. He returned home, placed the dynamite under the outhouse, and lit the fuses. Then, he ran behind a nearby tree to take cover. Just then, Ma came running out of the house and into the outhouse. The first stick of dynamite went off, sending the outhouse flying into the air. BOOM! The second stick went off, and poop sprayed across the entire farm. WHAM! The outhouse came crashing back down, landing squarely on the hole. Pa rushed to the outhouse, threw open the door, and asked, "Ma, are you all right?" As she pulled up her panties, Ma replied, "Yeah, but I sure am glad I didn't fart in the kitchen!"

@WilliamHatungi1 I've already assigned it lol

@DRStevenSanders I forgot to mention that it’s open access.

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.