as you said - just cat things

based
Peace is the one with food and War the one with tools and weapons

lol i wanna see a vid or you swimming with Cat possessing you!
but every exercise you do is good. better than nothing. family says i look much more muscular than a few months before. feels good man.

ok we are working on the inventory. then we decide what to take down there in the bags. this will slow us down a lot. Alice is right we need a mecha elephant to carry all that shit. oh wait Cats stronger now so she should be able to carry a little more. shall we eat again too before we leave? probably.

i need weight of the following items pls:
mithril dust
ink, quill, paper set
whats exactly a ledger? some sort of notepad?
pickaxe
rope
candles
torches
beer barrels
gnome sized shovel and pickaxe

you can open carry an ak in florida? i thought this was only in texas. i once saw a documentary of some texan guys going to the supermarket with shouldered aks. people took selfies with them everyone had a god time. i am still unsure if i wanna have ordinary people walking around with semiautos. too many lunatics.

i looked up gun related homicides per 100K inhabitants:
USA: 4.31
Lithuania: 0.19
Germany: 0.07
Singapore: 0

Tamamo wins again
https://worldpopulationreview.com/country-rankings/gun-violence-by-country

basically just sex wity this country girl

is this too much to ask? cmon id like to have that at least in a dream

meanwhile me
i was on a large street or avenue even. historical 19th c buildings could have been center Vilnius but looked unfamiliar i think it was germany. small shops with elderly arabs but peaceful. street was closed for a soccer event and soccer pros were doing some training there. i thought it was nice the street was quiet without traffic. maybe i even lived there dunno. it as both familiar and unfamiliar. i thought i could get used to this having the street as a pedestrian area. i sat down on a chair or a mix of a chair an a swing that was suspended slightly above ground by a rope that led to the 1st floor of a house by the people that lived there. maybe dnd trap building considerations made it into the dream. while sitting there i noticed the chair moved higher and higher soon i was 2-3m above ground, too high to jump without injury. some arab guy across the street saw this and ran over gesticulating to the window above where the rope came from. he also had the other end of the rope and tried to get me down again. but it was like a hot air balloon within seconds i was high in the air. i did wonder where the fuck the rope was attached if i was high above the houses but I was too busy holding on. soon i was several hundred meters in the air looking down on the city. clinging to the chair. i just thought dont panic and wait til they get you down. there was a jerking motion that brought me to a stop and it appeared to go minimally downwards but it was clear there was some issue with the rope being stuck. i just hoped they wouldnt rip it causing me to fall down. i again thought keep calm and think of tupper. i couldnt communicate with Yulya but i thought if i fall down and die at least i wanna think about her in the end. woke up slightly agitated. i wasnt really afraid but did see my life flash before my eyes. good visuals though.

last weekend i helped my dad rip out the hardwood floor of an empty apartment and carry it away. the wood will be used for heating in winter. that was decent work i can definitely feel my arms now. took a few days for the soreness to set in. not great not terrible.

why orange man cant apply his make up? i mean come on. hes like the emperor without clothes - i bet none of his staff dares to say anything out of fear of getting fired.