The sea was angry that day, my friends. Like an old man trying to send soup back at a deli.
The sea was angry that day, my friends. Like an old man trying to send soup back at a deli.
I know, looking at this picture makes me uncomfortable.
That a pink FX-300ES Plus? Cool.
Man, I really wanted to like Houdini. But he sampled Steve Miller so hard, that’s ALL I hear.
I have two pillows stuffed in one pillowcase. Double pillow. 2-in1 comfort and self defense.
This reminds me of that one time I told a buddy of mine about this cask of wine I got.
Crohn’s does that already, so who knows!
Why not just shut the door so the cat doesn’t get in there? The toilet paper being hung correctly is more important than the cat for me.
Things like FOSS stuff makes you think people can organize and work together freely to achieve a common goal, and maybe anarchy could work. But then, you see a busy intersection when the traffic lights go out and you realize the general public are idiots and everything devolves into selfish chaos as you’re stuck a half mile back, as cars shoot through in no particular order and you inch closer to the madness terrified to make your left turn. I have zero trust in society without some form of rule and order.
How is babby formed?
Ok, I have a few.
Potato and onion pierogies and maple syrup. So good.
Hot chocolate and buttered toast. Dip it.
Pizza with Mike’s Hot Honey. Maybe that’s not too weird, there’s a pizza place around here that offers that.
McDonald’s pancakes with an ice cream sundae dumped on them.
What if they made it?
I’m so glad I haven’t bought an EA game since Battlefield 1942.
What is this from? And why are there like, 5 GG1 locomotives connected together?
That guy definitely has mesothelioma now.
Oh man, that’s the best part!
I like the look of a made bed. And the feeling of getting into a made bed.
Probably twice. Both relating to colonoscopy prepping.
Facebook is for my family. LinkedIn is for work. Lemmy is for me. That’s all my social media.