I dropped a 5 gallon bucket (fine 4.5, sometimes I exaggerate sizes) of lightweight joint compound RIGHT onto the big toe of my right foot like a week and half ago and it still hurts when I extend that toe. I only cry from the pain sometimesSo, I just dropped a Roomba on my foot, good times
Thankfully the throbbing is only mild right now…
On one hand, mild throbbing is an annoyance.
I 100% get that. The thing is whether you see it as a blessing or a curse your heart continues, the lungs persist. The arms and legs still move. If you find no other will to exist other than to be a stick in some other bastards eye, you aren't done yet.
Most of my work involves removing said sticks from eyes (metaphorically speaking). I have no actual intention of quitting. Just a profound desire. It'll pass.
Ah, the mote & beam conundrum . Well, it does say to leave strong drink, or was it wine
, for the poor in heart. So, drink up, my friend, tomorrow will be a fresh start
And if not, at the very least it will be a fresh bottle.Ah, the mote & beam conundrum . Well, it does say to leave strong drink, or was it wine
Those were the eggs I was thinking of
I feel attacked.
Bird eggs, like in a nest? Because that song is about making babies, so thise eggs are intact, not fried
I have! It's a songbird, and nothing more. Apparently.
How dare him, never visit his deckI feel so mean with the angry react
But honestly… Australian?!
you would think as the resident hornithologist that I would know that, but you learn something new every day
Yeah!!! Just visit his PMs every now and then!
A thief bird, as well.
I wanted to try to one-up this eldritch horror so here we go:
I wonder if he announces it, just like that
Tell me on Tuesday!I wonder if he announces it, just like that
I would like to orgasm again in the future so no thank you
When you guys are #51 you have to get used to it. That voice is everywhere
You had me for 5:27 of that.
