Wasn’t he the children’s author who published the book about a talking animals learning the value of hard work or something?

I do… and always will.

Sumatra? I am going to take note of that.

Libreoffice for the fucking win!

My experiences with most AI is that you really, really need to double check EVERYTHING they do.

Happened to me, too. Fuck!

Belgian craft beers are top notch.

This needs to be worldwide.

And… PURGE ALL USER INFORMATION!

I don’t care for those ‘but what about those people planning/planned crimes?’ The one thing I learned from the current Trump administration is that the information is so fucking ripe for abuse AND they don’t even catch enough actual crooks that letting a few legit bad people slip through isn’t going to bother me.

Stop with the classy French French! I want vulgar Canadian French.

“Ahh tabernack! T’es une vrai p’tite pute! T’fesse va ê’re plein de ma cum comme u’poutine!”

“Mais fuck you! Plus vite MAINTENANT… OUAI YEAH! COMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE ÇÇÇÇÇAAAAA!!! Fuck me t’as une monstre cock!”

I get paid on Wednesdays. My autocorrect actually changed it to laid. A guy can only wish amirite?

Which is weird since I often don’t hear much spoken dialogue in most porn films other than fake moans and and orgasms. Also my focus tends to be elsewhere…

Mint… more than just a delicious herb!

Come on baby run to me!

You mean like the 90s? Without a walkman/CDman?

I would say ‘oi! Smeg head’ but you are unworthy of such wit. Go fuck yourself.

Accidents are often the best ways to discover cooking techniques. I remember hearing about a story of a medieval cook who feel asleep cooking his lord’s meat over an open fire. At first he thought his lord would have him whipped or beheaded… but actually enjoyed the roast so much he gave him his own farm!

That was from a documentary in the 90s I believe.

A cook after my own (cheese clogged) heart!

Childhood me with only MS-DOS machines is all feeling nostalgic.

Reminds me of the pilot episode. When Fry wakes up in 3000 and says ‘everyone I know is dead… YES!!!’

Dude, it is still a prison. Saying ‘yeah I could use a highly regimented living space for a while’ is one thing. But a prison is still something else.

Workhouses in Victorian England were very harsh places, sometimes even harsher than the prisons of the time… but they were not prisons. If a workhouse inmate wanted to leave, they could up and go at any moment without anyone stopping them. Because it was not a prison.