Everyone Needs A Hobby
My hobby is not building an entire train in my basement. Other people’s hobbies might differ:
(Thanks to our west coast correspondent, Denton Fender at American Digest, for sending that one along)
My hobby is not building an entire train in my basement. Other people’s hobbies might differ:
(Thanks to our west coast correspondent, Denton Fender at American Digest, for sending that one along)
I’m beginning to wonder if anything ordinary happens in Russia.
Ah, mother Russia. The land of scrambled limbs and dashcams. Folderol and self-immolation. Their coat of arms is a fork in an outlet; their national anthem is a whoopee cushion under a faceplant. God bless them, and keep them. He must have a big collection of them by now; they burn bright but don’t last long.
(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along. He’s moved halfway to Russia to observe them more closely)
Tomorrow he’s going to build a contrivance that builds a machine that sorts LEGO blocks. On Sunday, he’s going to build an apparatus that builds a gizmo to build a machine to sort LEGO blocks. On Monday …