They’re such a sweet throuple

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Link for the lazy

I leave ours out and open all the time, even toss a toothy-treat in there occasionally. She will poke her head in and steal a treat, but she still doesn’t trust the carrier. I wouldn’t either, never knowing if I’d get locked in and find myself at a doctor’s appointment.

Twist: the dogs take over the planet, not with aggression but with adorable cuteness. The cats allow it, because running the world is too much like work.

Men. They’re just too emotional.

Love my orbweavers! They stay outside, they’re chill and not dangerous, their webs are pretty, and they make less food available for Widows. Just have to check that the light shining from your door window didn’t bring a feast of night bugs and attract them to spin right where your face will be when you walk out.

Edit to add: if you cone a piece of paper, and scoop the whole web like cotton candy, the spider will cling to it, so then you drop the paper in a convenient bush and leave it there until the spider has had a chance to eat the protein-rich web so it can build a new one.

Hey as long as they stay in the trees and not over my bed!

Also, a single cherry is the norm, perched decoratively atop the whipped cream. So “86 the cherry” would have been clear, and they could maybe get away with “86 cherry” according to you, but “86 cherries” might as well be “69 cherries.” You wouldn’t expect that to mean mutual oral sex.

This would be more realistic if it were a Pig Farm. There’d be nothing left, not even bones.

But wouldn’t the common restaurant lingo be “86 THE cherries?”

86 is a verb. To 86 something is to exclude it. But 86 alone is a number like any other. Just as 50 alone isn’t pronounced “five-oh” and doesn’t mean the Hawaii State Police. If I said “I’m 50,” you’d assume it’s my age, not my profession.

If I said, “That’s the shit!” I’d mean the opposite of “That’s shit!”

I don’t know why but this is really funny

I interpreted “I despise getting ready in the dark and getting home in the dark” as you hating both equally. As an adult, I agree I’d rather get up and drive to work in darkness to gain a little daytime after work. But I recall as a child being miserable going to school in darkness.

There might be a way to fix that. Determine whether the glass is invisible or mirrored (or becomes so, as the sun moves). If it’s males attacking “rivals,” letting light shine out might help. If it looks like you could fly through it, closing blinds might help. The neighbors might be willing to try, if they’re tired of being startled by thumping birds.

The difference between DST and ST isn’t going to help that. The daylight is shorter regardless.

That’s smart predator behavior! Cull the stupid and injured. Save energy and reduce risk. Live long and prosper.

When you start to peel your orange and it jams and stings ouchily under your thumbnail.

This feels like a Dortmunder heist, did anyone check the lorry refrigeration?

Yup, cancelled mine. Not that anyone will care, but it was the last straw for me

Punch it!