Two-and-a-half year old Chik-Fil-A chicken sandwich being watched over by a monk.
I keep scrolling back to your post to see this name:
Bay of Töölö [something like Toeoeloe] origins or the meaning of Töölö are unknown but it might be forgotten Swedish word töl meaning bog or a bog like pond or it might be from Finnish Työläjärvi [work lake].
Sorry… I know it’s not the same but that was the first thing that popped into my head.
Eh? I don’t see anything.
The hundreds of pounds of bagged potatoes sitting there make me so want to go to that place!
I fixed your ball pit for you. For some reason they were all bagged up in small groups…
There’s an Islamic center in the Bronx that likes to call me every couple weeks and leave a message. They’re in Arabic(?) and Google Voice likes to have a bit of fun trying to transliterate them. This was the latest:
3162 Dekalb Avenue Bronx. So, that’s literally so I have more little brother, going for your body. 3152 Dekalb Avenue in West Palm needs basketball on the intercom for my person in the win module Thursday. Maluma Mala Mia maluma. May I have got my dongle to say salaam alaikum?
oop, they just called again:
5152 Dekalb Avenue, Bronx hungry Hussein else would need the possible on the integral from you in June when our Bangladesh dead body. Bob, May, June probably not as long as you’re going to get a message, but I’m forty-one, but you want Looking for Alaska Bob, I’m about a castle
and to be clear, not a word of the original message was in English. Google is inventing these vague threats about me not getting their messages from whole cloth. Well, ok, to be fair, it did genuinely sound like he trailed off at the end saying “I’m about a castle.”
Man, why does organized religion always have to be getting all up in my dongle?
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