my brain just blurted out "It's Saturday" as I was walking away from her. Then I heard the "oh shit!" from behind me and it killed me. π€£
my brain just blurted out "It's Saturday" as I was walking away from her. Then I heard the "oh shit!" from behind me and it killed me. π€£
Me: "Gonna do a Sunday roast dinner like adults."
@mrbevers.bsky.social : "It's Saturday."
Me: "Oh shit, it is."
Saturday roast dinner.
"Her voice is the front porch of a home with everyone you love waiting inside." -Clint Smith, on his grandmother
Lucifer has a point
False spring will be upon us soon. Do not be fooled.
Les Diablerets (The Oldenhorn and the BΓ©cabesson), Paul Signac. 1903, oil on canvas.
Itβs crazy that itβs basically just a combination of the single worst most disastrous parts of every administration in history
Shocking things my dad said this visit: he knows about "coming to the cottage". And that the cottage will be available to rent soon.
That's a fair assumption to make.
I appreciate that you think a 6ish hour drive isn't far. Very Canadian of you π
@mrbevers.bsky.social doesn't get the reference @andyfloury.bsky.social π
Hope you're feeling okay.
My mom was slicing potatoes for scalloped potatoes one Easter weekend morning and took off her finger tip on the grater. The 3 of us woke up and went 'where's mom?' The hospital. No note, nothing, just a pile of bloody potatoes. We laugh... Now.
In this same thread, why do the youth call cleaning a "reset"? Like they're literally just tidying up and cleaning...
....
disparaging the gold winning women's team
partying with kash
Fucking losers.
How are you going to post an entire fucking room?
Have you perchance watched The Residence?
Well the Americans will be truly insufferable now. π
We're not talking about the little mermaid game on NES are we?
Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
"Who wants to be around that many people anyways?"
Proceeds to where there is more people instead.
Do stupid things, win punches.
That is more people than I talk to in a year.
Happiness isnβt happiness without a violin-playing goat.
La MariΓ©e, Marc Chagall. 1950, Gouache and pastel.
π alright, noted.
Did he do something I'm unaware of?
Sorry the top of my heads blocking the queen in your third photo π
David Milne, Gray Hill, 1915-1916. Oil on canvas.
I've got 18 years of awkward @mrbevers.bsky.social photos and this one is the second best one. π©·