@tired-native
I wanted to make my profile less cringey. I can’t think of anything. Me: Native, Ft Peck Reservation, living off the Rez. I block right-wingers. I don’t owe them a dialogue.
We learn history so we don’t repeat it… this is a very good example of this lesson.
The kind of family man that every evangelical megachurch and RNC theocrat can anoint as Christlike and God-fearing.
This is some honest advertising on this packaging. Cascade Platinum Plus advertises that they may do exactly what you bought it to do, nothing more, but also it might not.
This is a photo I took of little monuments that are commonly found outside the doors of homes in many Dutch communities. Each monument is for a person who the Nazis abducted, imprisoned, and murdered in a concentration camp.
Having time left i open Shazam and yeah not English. Not Italian. It is probably Mandarin. The alt text is based on translation app so your mileage may vary on this. But now the song is in my head and I actually kind of like it.
It’s petty to write an epic poem about your trip through Hell where every one of your enemies gets their own exquisitely tailored punishment. …But I have to respect the commitment to the bit. Dante was the original professional hater.
Everywhere you go, in every period of time, men have played with their balls.
Me - not having the access (and probably not the skills) to help but giving the programmers moral support:
Every now and then, for whatever reason, Bluesky thinks I need to see pictures of owls. Instead of harmful content like that, I present you all with this handsome little fellow from this morning’s walk.
And the guy who sold them to my family drove a big truck with a Schwan’s company logo on the side from door-to-door. I remember them being kore of a sherbet than an ice cream though.
Just for the record. While I think Katie Miller is the evil spawn of toxic waste that somehow commingled with human-like DNA, it would have been a terrible way to die... a human shield while Stephen Miller's weak hands are copping a feel.
It’s moments like that when I remember, oh… that’s why I was all in favor of being divorced. Jesus. I don’t mean to be rude but some people just have a knack for raising my stress levels. FWIW, here is a pic of my first post-Spain attempt at paella. 4/4
I skipped breakfast today because why eat an unsatisfying British breakfast when I can feast in Barcelona. A crusty buttery tomato bread. Olives. A plate filled with Ibérico de Bellota Pata Negra ham and a glass of tempranillo. I don’t usually eat much but I finished everything. Every last crumb.