Lý sự pclouds

Throughout history, we have always needed, in times of difficulty, to retreat to our caves. It so happens that in this modern age, our caves are fully plumbed. The toilet is, for us, the last bastion, the final refuge, the last few square feet of man-space left to us!

Somewhere to sit, something to read, something to do, and who gives a damn about the smell? Because that, for us, is happiness.

Because we are men. We are different.

We have only one word for soap. We do not own candles. We have never seen anything of any value in a craft shop. We do not own magazines fill of pictures of celebrities with all their clothes on. When we have conversations, we actually take it in turns to talk!

But we have not yet reached that level of earth-shattering boredom and inhuman despair that we would have a haircut recreationally. We don't know how to get excited about... really, really boring things, like ornaments, bath oil, the countryside, vases, small churches.

I mean, we do not even know what, what in the name of God's arse is the purpose of potpourri! Looks like breakfast, smells like your auntie! Why do we need that?

So please, in this strange and frightening world, allow us one last place to call our own. This toilet, this blessed pot, this... Fortress of Solitude.

You girls, you may go to the bathroom in groups of two or more. Yet we do not pass comment. We do not make judgement. That is your choice.

But we men will always walk the toilet mile... alone.

Probably the lowest balance ever. Paid rent, saw that there's too much in the account, so made a new saving account and left a bit buffer for a rainy day. Forgot that rent transaction was scheduled, but not happened yet. And the said buffer was barely enough to cover it. So now, less than 100 krona in account after rent was finally paid.

Three more weeks of winter until salary.

I thought Jakobs and I are a match in heaven. As long as I have a Jakobs sniper (or anything other weapon honestly), I'll be happy.

Then I found a megaton Torque pistol. Who needs to aim for weakpoints for crits, if you can just aim at a frog and the enemy 10 meters away dies anyway? Embrace the power of explosion!

Actually not embrace. Always make sure you have an exit to avoid your own boom boom mess that's about to kill everybody, including you.