Your sense of shitness is uncanny.
It is indeed the fecal matter of Scandinavia.
Fucking pickled fish and misery.
Cunts
Your sense of shitness is uncanny.
Oh noVeritasVincit wrote: ↑Sat Jan 20, 2024 7:48 am I wish the whole lot would disappear.
It was OK while we had some whte stuff but then on the road it got turned into sheet ice.
I tried to take the dog for his usual, but he slipped on the ice and couldn't get a grip to stand up. There was me, old, my neigbour, almost as old, pushing door mats under him so he could grip. It didn't work. And we couldn't stand properly to help.
Finally another neighbour, a much younger woman arrived, and we rolled him onto a sheet and dragged him off the ice onto the snow where he could stand.
So now I have to drive him round to a park where he can get straight onto grass and wander.