This is very 1999 or 3000

Spain is still too far north. I want to dive into liquid magma till May.

Sounds like someone’s born on a cusp. Or right in the middle.

Extraj stepoj is the Esperanto way!

*lernu ?

Jes!

On the other hand, can you imagine how many eons of hell Syria’d’ve suffered if they spent a quarter century beneath the heels of the bro who was raised to crush them?

No friend it’s like Tagalog-flavored Slovakian with more noun cases than English.

They could have used any of the million other nouns. It’s worse than cheap satire.

This is so fucking dummmmmmb lmao. Reminds me of these players in the southern Philippines

Pumice is a contender

The head of the NRA had a hard time aiming for an elephant that if I recall correctly had already been shot. So in conclusion, there will be no gun control if it’s just kids being slaughtered in schools. But CEOs in Midtown? Win–win.

Mostly rhetorically, and without an ability to adopt this dog myself, what would vigilante justice look like in this situation?

Gal Fox enters chat

Wow—please tell us which translations you’re referring to

I have been told that Lemmy leans ever so slightly left of center if not out right progressive. If you squint, you might catch a glimpse some day.

This sounds like a completely reasonable reason to skip using napkins. I love nostalgia and scent and have a few people I wish I could smell again.

No, my friend can’t use their napkins because they’re too high quality to be used. Such high quality that they’re never used. But never-used napkins that don’t smell like your late father’s room are not high quality at all. I think they’re effectively worthless.

My friend has a set of napkins that is so important that they have never been used. Drives me bonkers.

“and according to my new wall art, this is the room where we live, laugh, and/or love. Namaste”

Why is Biscay lmao?

I’m sorry, what kinda big ocean?