Calling it a summer house makes it sound like some kind of deluxe instagram country getaway but it’s the soviet-era house wife’s grandfather built, and he weren’t no architect. It’s a bit of a fucking heap to be fair.
I’m imagining a log cabin near a lake.
depends how long he’s been holding it in.
Is Palomino no more? ![]()
Website is down eh?
Hopefully a blip ![]()
Someone forget their Shopify bill - completely forgot Palamino existed will buy more
Tax here going from 22% to 24%. Used to be quite cheap living here. Now a big bar of chocolate is nearly 5EUR.
Everything in the supermarket feels like it has gone up 20-30% here again recently - on the snide via reduction in pack weight rather than the actual marked price.
No more, apparently.
Shame, the selection was excellent
I’ve been absolutely destroyed by what I’m assuming is food poisoning. Woke up at 6am having a Tony Soprano style fever dream and managed to make it to the loo to throw up. That happened another 5 times (as well as 6 times out of the other end) and all before 9:30am ![]()
Don’t get dehydrated. Drink water and have some veggie broth if you can. Get well soon pal.
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Waters totally gone around a 2 mile radius. Wife was half way through and shower and I’m bursting for a shit just I am too nervous to release all hell with no running water to flush the evidence away. On the hottest day of the year too!
Water is fine down the road with us. But you can’t come and destroy my toilet! Spoons?
Been in and out of the hospital all day on the hottest day of the year! Sent me home only to call, text and leave voice mails telling me to get back ASAP. Could be something, probably nothing. They’re not stressed now, so I’m not stressed.
Shit in the street, might be the only time it’s acceptable. Straight in a drain.
Waters back - I CAN POO!
OMFG the Mrs just drove us to the beach.
I’m quite thankful I’m alive. Never been driven be her outside of her own town in France in 2.5 years and I can see why. Fuck me. Cars braking in front of us, let’s not brake until the last possible millisecond.
Roundabout - sure let’s throw this thing round it like it’s a fucking Golf GTI. Christ.
I haven’t been car sick since I was about 10.
Got out the car threw up and now I feel like complete shit.
I’m driving home - I value my existence.

