Quoi?

Beautiful! (But it’s milvus milvus)
Red kite is my favourite predator bird

It’s not CyberEggs fault that op chose slang from 4chan and called it genα slang

I’m more shocked that people DON’T know that many animals walk on their tippy toes. Cats, dogs, cows, deer, lions. There are few that actually stand on their heel. Bears do on their rear legs.

I guess, that’s where a sensible language helps. I’ll compare the English word to the one in my language translated literally:

Digitigrade = toe-walker
Ungulate = toe-tip-walker
Artiodactyl = pair-hoofer
Perissodactyl = un-pair-hoofer

A mixture of butter and margarine maybe. Butterine. But real butter usually doesn’t.

Yes.

I’m visiting a desert country this summer where it might be above 60°. I hope I’ll survive.

Yes, I can.

… Gets pictures of Cat Stevens and Cathmandu (misspelled)

No diphthong on the final e. koo-riéh
With a guttural R, obviously

The AC is also part of this wastefulness

Woodland, swamp or plains?

Northeast - probably a griffin or smn
Midwest - witches. Witches dancing around a fire in may.
South - some evil mountain spirit misleading hikers and the Wolpertinger
Southwest - a deep deep well, a cave where time runs slower and that neighbour, that did not put their free penny in the piggy bank D:
Northwest - a ship kobold and the reappearing corpse of a drowned sailor

That’s because it’s neither a points system, nor a corporate ladder, nor an auction, nor an investment account. It is a relationship. I spend time with whom I love.

Make Binomi a real renaissance Italian mathematician, so that we can finally know who came up with the binomial formulas.

Yeah, fuck right off with your tank murder machines. Can’t properly get in, can’t properly look out.

Ironically, this accentuates his masculine facial features.

The only person that can count to -1

Very poetic ending :)

They vanish one by one. I am left with the ghost of a family that only ever existed long enough to frighten them. My sons! They are lost to me, not to death, but to recognition. I remain here, a mother only in the wreckage of the experiment, watching the door they fled through. And the house is quiet again.

It’s a legit reason to not like something