Stalinwolf

Mowing my lawn must be a fucking nightmare for everything involved. ☹️

51th*

Major fucking cunt.

You need a Velas detector to unearth this monstrosity.

My poop told me to stop eating Fiber 1 bars for a while, and it was right. I haven't shit a cow patty in two days now.

For me, probably fatherhood. At least when it's wholesome and going well, which is about maybe half of the time. Depends on the day with a four-year-old. But even when I want to hurl her off of a fucking bridge, I'll miss her to death the moment she's finally asleep or at preschool. So much sometimes that I could probably cry. It's really powerful. I truly know what it feels like to be willing to die for something. No hesitation. I'd die for my wife as well, of course, but with my daughter it's a whole other animal. It's hard to articulate.

What is this service, exactly? Do they host games on powerful PCs for you to play remotely or something?

Andrew Santino and Bobby Mom.

B.C. is fucking gorgeous, but even the most backwater shithole of a home there in some tiny town with one gas pump lists for 600k or more because you can see mountains from your bathroom.

My wife and I looked up multiple listings we had driven by out there last summer purely out of boredom and curiosity, and from Alberta to Vancouver they were all priced like that. We didn't even bother looking up the really nice ones.

I genuinely don't know how all the regular folks living out there with basic or retail/service jobs manage to survive at all.

Scandinavia thrives under Odin's watchful eye.

The good eye. Not the bad one.

Bad one doesn't work.

I tried for years to enjoy the Beatles, but I never really felt the same magic that others do. I certainly respect what they accomplished, but I find most of their music is just weird and whimsical.

Very pretty spot.