According to the bottle shop, these are brand new and they’d had their first batch delivered an hour before I arrived.
At first sip, taste is vøry gùd. #beerwanker
Hey so remember how the other day I had the Stonecutter's song stuck my head.
Welcome to today's earworm: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PI_Jl5WFQkA
I will fix the responsive bits at some point, but that requires having more than hour to myself to actually think about what I'm doing.
Which isn't to say I've fixed the things that are wrong when you look at the page on mobile, but look at least all the buttons now use same colour scheme for normal/hover so there's some consistency there.
ausmedia, auspol, racism
Everything about this story seems to line up in a 'yeah that'd be about right' conjunction. The act, 'the facebook', the place, the position of the person, the self-justification, even the guy's face looks like, yeah, he looks it
Kids, I didn’t cook enough. But of course if I’d added another handful I’d be drowning in fucking penne wondering how the fuck such a small box made so much fucking pasta.
This is going to sound very woke Chile, but I just told Bub about going to the cricket on Sunday:
Bub: “Is it boys cricket or girls cricket?”
Me: “Girls cricket”
Bub: “OH YAY GIRL CRICKET IS MY FAVOURITE!”
(It isn’t her favourite. Everything she has even a passing interest in is her favourite. Still, nice she’s excited about going. She immediately asked if she could see the tickets which, thanks earlier me, I’d already printed off)
Reader, I am not going to read the story to find out.
I'd usually catch the train to such a thing, but with Bub and given it's a Sunday I'd rather the trip didn't take two hours or more each way.
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