Eastern European entrudos chocalheiros.

Perfectly safe, trust me. As long as you don’t use a voodoo doll of yourself.

Okay, alright, I’ve accepted the quest, but I’m not going anywhere! It’s probably cold outside and looks like it might rain. I’ll handle the quest remotely over my magic orb, and once I’m busy scrolling I’ve just delegated it to my Awkwardly Irrational golem. Thanks and have a nice day!

Contents of the CIA buttplug purse <3

Voodoo doll - safe penetration points for beginners

Mind blown. Are those … seeds? Sprouting? Out of my head???

I thought this was all about fun and bolognese. Little did I know.

It struggled from very low light conditions - if I had stayed longer in the place I’d have researched plants who favor shade. Ultimately there was some dill, some parsley, some coriander. Two tomatoes. One strawberry. Still - I regret nothing and would do it again. My current garden is on soil and contains several carrots, some turnips, and fava beans. Lots more stuff seeded. I supplement with foraging - it’s fake asparagus time <3

Auch. Für ganz verschiedene Unternehmen, alles über Agenturen. Der Inhouse-Übersetzer, der nur für ein einziges Unternehmen arbeitet, ist noch vor meiner Zeit ausgestorben. Heute sind lauter lustige “AI Annotation”-Jobangebote in meinem Posteingang, meist in gebrochenem Englisch verfasst, für 10 Öcken die Stunde. Ich habe ernsthaft überlegt, die anzunehmen (10 Öcken sind immer noch mehr als der Mindestlohn von wo ich lebe) und meine Arbeit so schlecht wie möglich zu machen.

Damals, als Google noch nicht böse war, war ich mal Übersetzerin 🥲

Hmm - the same chemical also used to keep agriculture pest-free?

Very rude to call our home this. There’s not just lambs btw, also piglets

I really want to like this, lovely idea. But I will not touch AI slop if I can help it, sorry.

Come on, they even wrote ONLY in all caps. No they don’t seem to think that, from how their comment is written.

I love this place. We used to live nearby. My kid once did a wicked freestyle drone flight through its doors and windows. We also used to search for shards, ore and other remains all the time on our walks, all the area is still full of Roman remains.

It’s also called “Rauhnächte” - the Wild Hunt is out and about, and the veil to the spirit world is very light. That might explain the feeling confused and urge to drink.

Meanwhile on my translator’s platform: Looking for game translators now! Are you a monkey with a laptop? We pay peanuts! Join our dynamic team of freelancers!

This looks like fun, can I find it online? Looks like quite the trip.

‘Biting is my love language, deal with it!’

Talk to her, don’t continue eating up your frustration and getting resentful inside. Maybe she feels the same.

I used to feel like that, although in the wife position. I felt like my time was scheduled by someone else, and I felt like all I ever did was clean and tidy up and do laundry. He felt like he had to walk on eggshells around my moods. None of us ever managed to bring up the growing feelings of resentment, because we loved each other so we should be getting along, right?

It got so bad that we broke up - luckily we got back together, now each with their own household. Each household with its own level of filth, permissions around animals, schedule, way of running a kitchen, of handling finances, of receiving people … It’s so, so, so much easier. The time we spend together now is real quality time where we give each other attention - which can range from anything from helping each other out to having passionate sex.

Two people expecting to be able to enjoy living together because they love each other must be one of the worst ideas ever, but we are so programmed to just follow this model because it’s the standard.

Agreed. I don’t hate Gary Larson, but he is not European BD at all, he’s clearly from over the big pond!