BDSM is an acronym for the members of the beatles. don't believe me? why
Bingo, Dingo, Singo, and Maul
It's them!
The parking attendant paused by the double-length bay. Intended for mobile homes and cars with trailers, it was currently occupied by a sleeping dragon.
No parts of it extended beyond the lines, and the paper ticket was clearly displayed, impaled on a horn.
The parking attendant moved on.
I was going to just queue it for later but then it stuck in my brain, and I decided to make it everyone's problem
I wanted to get a video of this ghost crab but every time I got close to their hole they scuttled back in, so I tried getting clever with it. I made a little sandcastle and shoved my phone into it, hit record, and walked away. Crab was VERY suspicious of this addition to their environment.
girl you erected a mysterious black monolith that contained all the knowledge your culture had ever collected were you hoping he'd develop rudimentary tool use
"the hell is that thing? better pinch it. ...hm. pinch ain't workin'. don't like that. goin' back to bed"
Data centers have a very limited lifespan but their consequences will be felt for generations.
"Quick" "easy" "lazy" recipes love to pretend that prep and cleanup occur within a pocket dimension outside time and space.
Slow train journeys in rural England sure are an experience. You're going ten miles and it takes a day and a half because it stops at every lamp-post and the announcement says "The next station stop is Ferretley" or something and you think "I didn't know that was a place" and you get there and it isn't
Last stop was literally a picket fence, enough chopped wood to build another picket fence and, briefly, a train.
My guy Ferretby was barely builded here
Two clarifications:
- Ferretby's name has been changed to protect the identities of it and its resident(s)
- I specify slow trains to distinguish from the other two types of train in England: Delayed and Cancelled
Boss boss: yeah theres a trail on the west side that has a picnic table that we're supposed to service but I don't think anyone knows where it is.
Me: do you... approximately where?
Boss boss: I know the trailhead is somewhere between Ash park and Oakland lake.
Me, aggressively search for trailheads in that area, goes down a random trail:
I did not find the picnic table.
Let's try this again!
I did not find the picnic table.
Okay let's try again.
The bike path is only like 2 miles, why is this so hard??????
No... frickin way.
I found the trail.
This trail was not here before the electric division came through to service the lines.
Fucking... he was not kidding when he said it was a hike.
I found the benches!!!!
O-H-I-O! (Gonna tell the flower shop i found a stash of buckeyes for the football season.)
I dub thee... brokeass bridge.
This platform is where a picnic table could be but for obvious reasons is not.
Like stepping onto a crossroads.
The fuckign... picnic table???? Can't wait to tell boss boss.
Anyways, thanks for coming with me on this adventure!