A mum and her bodyguards
@Yiole_Gionglao : What big teeth you have
@Zaera_Keena : All the better to bite you with
A mum and her bodyguards
Funny or cruel?
Maybe itâs time to go back watching live Noon Time Variety tv shows to watch real people or buy a vinyl player in-order to listen with human music. We are now in a new era of deception.
Funny! ![]()
âNo human was hurt in the making of this film.â ![]()
Only you can save the pixelsâŚ
A horse walks into a bar.
âHey,â says the barman.
âYes please,â says the horse.
Time to go to sleep again⌠night night lovelies!
Also: whatâs this?
Photographs: unknown details.
Today I had a cake day. I had some cake. Nothing too special.
People used to be both uninformed and happy, but easily âanxiableâ back then.
Once you eat the cake, you no longer have it, so you canât have both the cake, and the enjoyment of eating it.
Besides, cakes bad for you as will ruin your figure @LordOdysseus
I have watched that movie a good dozen times. Still pick out something that I had not seen before or realize that there was more to the scene then I had first realized.
Time to go to sleep⌠night night lovelies!
Also: weeee!, part 2
Photograph: a sunday in Milan, august of 1949 by Mauro de Biasi
What she doesnât reaslise is that Zaera has put a brick in the water, she is about to have a nice cold bath.
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Thank you, Zaera! Working hard to keep my figure! ![]()

Time to go to sleep⌠night night lovelies!
Also: when life gives you lemons, make the best of a bad situationâŚ
âŚand nevermind the bent planck holding the ceiling above.
Photograph: a woman turns a destroyed living room into a balcony, Berlin, 1946.
Notice how there are flowers in the âbalconyâ and medicinal herbs on the upper floor. Truly making the best out of a bad situationâŚ
Time to go to sleep⌠night night lovelies!
Also: like father, like son
Photograph: SĂĄndor Kereki for Le Journal, Budapest, 1975.
My uncle (oldest brother) suggested to my father to introduce me to letters, the alphabet and words before starting to school, just in case I could âget itâ. Thus by 4 I already was familiar with the alphabet and by 5 I could read on my own, soaking myself with whatever I could get in my hands. Writing though⌠that was a different story and to this day Iâm an awful handwriter; I can write well and painfully slow -then grow impatient and rush it- or at a sightly slower than average speed with an outcome I can read about 60% of the time. So I mostly write in block capitals which are readable 80% of the time, and my numbers can be read almost 99% of the time, although my boss keeps complaining about my unusual â8â (but they canât be mistaken for anything else).