My clothing is mostly black with bright red, blue or purple accents. The accessories tend to be similar colours. I have not owned anything brown for at least 35 years, from the age I could start making my own decisions.
The only brownish thing in my flat now is the flooring and even that is more yellow than brown.
We have radically different different preferences
Me, I do. I need all the purple and lilac shades. Brown on the other hand…
Why is it so catchy? I’ve watched it like 20 times by now
If your friend fails the pencil test, it’s definitely a moob
Could anyone please name the show? Ppl in the know keep referring to it as the show but could the oblivious ones get into the inner circle as well, please?
When I got married 25 years ago, I had black army boots with red laces. (Not for the wedding, everyday wear). My ex mother in law found the red laces unsuitable and bought me black ones to be prim and proper. I was still young and malleable enough to cave. My blue mohawk last year would have made her nope out
Oh, we were very young and on the verge of poverty. One didn’t go around wasting food
One time when we were young, a pot of milk based vegetable soup (traditional thing, you love it or hate it) was forgotten on the table when we went to party out of town for a day or two mid summer. When we got back, the soup was a few hours short of developing sentience, surprisingly no mold but quite lively. My friend turned that potful into thick American style pancakes and these were the best I’ve ever had
[Saltine](Saltine cracker https://share.google/7bbPxAmRfSf2UQQVA)
Did they let you in without the thumb print or were you left out then?
A place for everything and everything in its place
Quick remark, if the lines on the bottom are 1 inch then the cube on top is one cm=10 mm. It does help to scale your tiny maps tho
Before or after shrinkflation?
He’s vaguely cat shaped
I never saw my parents together so for embarrassingly long I believed they didn’t know each other at all.
I was a flower girl in my father’s wedding at the age of 7. Bet his missis wasn’t delighted but her crotch goblins were not out of the nappies yet. The party was fab tho, proper village long table with prolly about hundred people in the middle of nowhere with a lot of live music, food and vodka.
I was in my teens (living with my grandma the whole life) when my mother asked if I want to come to the nearest town for family photos on Saturday and I said yeah no, it’s sauna day you know. Turned out I missed my mother’s wedding because I had to wash my hair. Still joined them in the afternoon for my mom’s birthday and as it turned out the afterparty. So yeah, technically I have attended both my parents’ weddings.
In real life I don’t have downstairs neighbours, I live above a shop. The next door ones don’t have pets. I do have a real ghost of a cat tho. Very comforting. Never seen it but it sometimes sleeps by my feet, and sometimes it bats small things around, like pushes tweezers off the table or a comb and such.
In my dream it wasn’t the thought of cats in my room that freaked me. I love cats, it started like spinster’s idyll. It was that little hand on my shoulder and scraggy voice what caused the panic. That raccoon yipped and snarled and resisted when I yeeted it’s ass out, but never attacked or threatened me.
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