

Master Hairy
Master Hairy
I think about five. Back when I had rabbits I’d say seven, they were viscous box killers.
Might be too me being an extremely experienced teenager. Like, decades of experience.
Sincerely, a bit too the north of you.
BaWü here, definitely a thing. Not too common though.
That sounds lovely, let’s try that without making coffee illegal.
I’m cycling through multiple open source projects, the last one was signal. I tried to donate to Mozilla once, but they have the worst UX on their form and I’m not giving them my money AND my data.
And I’m not one of them. People are different.
Sure, clearing and refining tasks is important. But we’re talking about your colleague or boss talking for talking’s sake.
Talking to people isn’t really boosting my productivity. I need peace and time to think. The office is the last of all places where I can find that.
HELLO FELLOW HUMAN BEING. I’M DOING FINE, THANK YOU. MY FLESHY OUTER LAYER IS GETTING WARMED BY THIS SYSTEM’S HYDROGEN REACTOR AND I’M CONSUMING HUMAN ICE CREAM TREAT.
My rice cooker. Doesn’t really matter which one. If you like rice, this will make your life better
Wake up rested