It’s strange, or? Where we normal people are trying to get on with our lives, our government decides to wage war with some other country, where normal people are also just trying to get on with their lives.

No one wants war, besides people selling missiles, bombs, tanks, guns, etc

Where’s the fun in that?

Done by who? I’m in the unlucky position to be the only developer in the office. The worst part is, i used to have 2 colleagues, in the same agency. Now it’s only me and i can’t hope for that anymore. Zoning out isn’t as fun anymore, knowing that I’m now just postponing the inevitable.

Oh, Rosa, Rosa, Rosa

It looks extra fluffy

Oh, living the life. I’m picturing spongebob and Patrick in the box episode. Squidward trolls them and is soon dumbfounded when the cinematic sound effects and multitudes cheering at their adventures start coming out of the box

I was 17, when my dad entered the kitchen for breakfast. Shaven, the first time in my lifetime. It took a while for me to not gasp every time i saw him.

Succumbing to the feline gaze

The last two points are proven correct.

From the crib straight to the sofa and bath in melancholy the whole day.

Preach

If she sees this post, she’ll eat all shoes.

If you swallow 2 pearls, you’ll find the millipede. Yes, also big titted.

Nice! Thanks

In Japan there’s a calendar that features cats very prominently showing off their balls, also not in a sexual way.

Here ( The page seems to have lots of ads, proceed with caution. I had the /amp version, edited the link to go to the normal URL, where i only saw like 1 ad )

I really didn’t know it was that nasty, the principle

Raketenpanzerbüchse Panzerschreck

Multiple options will one day be my demise.

There may not come another time where she’s in all the news, worldwide. Gotta use every second to promote the upcoming tour with that amount of exposition, i guess.

A cartoon that unexpectedly got me, was about a young Christmas tree, all eager to get chosen by a family. It keeps imagining how cool it will be, until it gets chosen and Christmas actually exceeds all the expectations.

After Christmas, the terror begins, with the family taking the decorations off and putting the tree in the basement. No more water and lonely, it slowly dies off, while rats keep harassing it hard.

It didn’t lose hope until the end, always thinking the family is about to come and take it back to the living room. They never came.

It was on TV , on Christmas, shown between the “normal” kind of Christmas cartoons.

Thank you, having reached my 50s, that’s my call. But I’ll just conquer my house and campaign in the garden.