Fried cheese. Fucking fuck yes.

We had a fish and chip shop opposite the pool. I don’t think I have eaten anything better than those salty vinegary chips, the childish exhaustion and hunger made them absolutely magical.

Nah. It’s no problem at all, we can handle nuances. If I need to be specific I use 24hr. If someone invites me over tomorrow for a cup of tea and I say I’ll be over 2ish they know what I mean. It’s all about context.

0. Should also add the question 21- legally smoked in every conceivable fucked up place including on planes and underground trains made of wood.

This is a distinct symptom of dementia. Really upsetting to see.

Miniature gm giraffe, about waist height. Cantering about with its tiny blue tongue. I love that little freak.

I have a cube of tungsten at work that is 40mm x 40 mm, it is comedically heavy. This thing would be nuts.

Imagine thinking that you’re tougher than context.

Wisdom.