Schmuppes

Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck. And probably Of Mice And Men.

Can't help you with that, sorry.

I've seen a hedgehog injured by a mowing robot. Deep cuts in its back, infested by maggots. We fed the animal some cat food, which it wolfed down and puked out again, then gave the little guy (not fully grown) to experts who nursed it back to full health before releasing it into the wild again. It was not a pretty sight.

That would be an absolute alpha move.

So a USB-C puch hole, like for smartphone cameras?

You call yourselves "business community", I call you leeches.

Maybe no alcohol, but I find cocaine very plausible. A dude named Noel Casler claimed so on podcasts (even went so far to claim that decades long abuse led to him needing diapers), but who knows.

Maybe he's just dialed up his coke rations.

Mit der Einstellung musste wohl weiter SUV fahren, mein lieber Diesel-Dieter.

The magic word is: Unions. Without them, we would absolutely not have a minimum of 24 days per year by law. Get out there and unionize.

Or it's that rude gesture the Bri'ish do to call each other a cunt.

So that's why their posts suddenly appeared on my /all after switching to a smaller instance. Before that, I had not fully understood what it was about when those people were mentioned in comment sections.