You know, Jack Black and that other guy.

fatty? wait no, thats enid blyton.

SHE THINKS SHE'S EDITH HEAD

i had a friend who thought she had a sister called gind. true story.

All things are true, loki.

thats why i try not to be a thing. that way im too [insert your own word here] to be true

nothing is true. everything is permitted.

its like you just threw up shrodinger

cats do that. he was a bastard.

but hassan-i sabbah

only to the ones he opened the box on.

the cat is as it is regardless of what he thinks or what diabolical poison dispenser he envisions. the cat scratches his eyes out before it dies.

but if the cat is dead, then who is there to know if the eyes are intact or not?

9 lives. the redundancy is for revenge.

its all degenerate in the end though. damn top cats

the cat on the top will be the cat on the bottom.

 

is that jesus or marx?

neither, its euler.

either way, flexibility is important.

isnt quite what i was looking for, but you get the point

*augurs loki's nostrils*

excellent. thank you for that, loki. you have made an old woman cackle.

I thought cackling was included in "old lady".

no thats just hags

i'm immature enough to avoid the cackling most of the time, but the haggis is catching up.

Catching up or coming up? Because I might expect some difficulty keeping it down, that's what oppression is for.