Kiedy byłem dzieckiem w PRLu, "za dychę i peta" było popularne chociaż nie jestem pewien czy tak zostało. Słyszałem też "za czapkę śliwek." Jakie jeszcze?
Found this 1990s artifact in the back of my closet.
I decided to make this post after standing in front of the stove, forgetting to stir the pan after getting distracted, but then stirring frantically to make sure nothing was burning, until I got a hellishly hot wave of sauce all over myself. Anyway, my most ADHD injury was a time I really wanted to write down something super important, so I whipped out a mechanical pencil and proceeded to stab myself in the nose thanks to my shitty fine motor skills. Took some time to dig the little bit of lead out so it wouldn't become a permanent reminder.
Your turn.
There are all kinds of description of what hell is like. Lake of fire. River of excrement. Souls suffering in a variety of ironic ways. Hardly anyone talks about heaven. How do you imagine it? Do you imagine it? What's it like? Just basking in the light of God? Meeting dead relatives? Sunlight filtering through clouds and a background choir? Something completely different?
I took up guitar and piano because I wanted to be like Bernard Butler of Suede. I’m nowhere near that insane level of talent, but I can play a handful of Britpop songs at this point of my learning journey. My current favorite to play and sing is an acoustic guitar version of Pulp’s “Death Comes To Town”. How about you?
Picked these out randomly at an international market. They’re like a savory version of corn pops, with paprika, chili and garlic. Anyone had these before?