“Blessed are the cheese makers.”
“Blessed are the cheese makers.”
Every time I get up, one of the cats magically appears on there.
He does have a way of finding the most interesting position.
I’m waiting for him to finish the race in two positions at the same time.
This reminds me of the Tetris watch I used to wear to school.
Everything Harrison touches turns to shit. Quite why anyone at Google gave him such a high profile job is beyond my understanding.
I thought Stadia was a great service, I bought games and played them pretty much everywhere. I still have my controller which is now used with my Steam Deck.
Jack is a year older so is an experienced explorer, taking his step bro for a tour.
Greetings, the world will be theirs.
There’s the making of a comedy sketch here
Loki on the left and Jack on the right
Do you expect me to talk?
My bin day is tonight, it all gets collected first thing in the morning.
Ain’t that the truth.
It was a donation so I have no idea, but certainly not an ikea one. The frame looks stirdy but the wood has a habit of suddenly and spectacularly failing.
If this wasn’t the second time this has happened to this bed I would be tempted to repair it again. I’m going to demonstrate my contempt for it by chopping it up and burning it.
I finished the beds and while I was putting the mattress back on one of them the wooden slats snapped. Now I’ll have to dismantle it again and assemble its replacement tomorrow.
Don’t talk to me or my son ever again.
Whatever works, baby.
Reminds me of when I had two little voids.