Rats in Antarctica within the last decade, they have an embassy at the human outpost

Cockroach Kingdom: Animalia

Fair on lichen, which are just weird , and moss be plants

stay safe wee buns

Are they here to stay? What do they want? What does this mean for the garden club summit? We go onsite to Matt Jensen, who may have more to share.

See, it’s a good question! I looked it up, but didn’t find a firm answer. As far as I could figure, they:

• eventually freeze, crack open, and thaw
• get stepped on by a heavy animal (they are eaten by ducks & beavers)
• clunking around the bottom of a river/pond, letting the sand wear it down.

All conjecture, but I don’t know!

Garrett Lambert from Community!

bun…uh, b-bun alert?

BUN ALERT!

I mean, moving the whole solar system just makes sense at a certain level of energy expenditure - if you are already generating enough power to do interstellar travel, might as well take the whole house with you. Sucks if you live here and don’t like the new travel direction of the system though, I guess. Find a new solar system to live in at that point?

Homestar: Ooh it’s dark and damp in this cave. It’s kind of boring contemplating all these shadows!

A scary shadow looms over the cave wall, and Homestar gasps, but it just resolves to a distorted shadow of Strong Bad.

Strong Bad: Hey Homestar! Have you discovered Plato’s deep mysteries of philosophy for youself yet?

Homestar: No…Ooooh, A DIAMOND~

Strong Bad: Oh well, too bad keep try - did you say A DIAMOND?

Very cute!

My lōrd, the colde-ayre nedeth repaieryng with alle haste in this sǒmer hēth.

Thou hast bihoten severalle tīmes.

apprentice tall

because 【ＥＮＧＡＧＥＭＥＮＴ

One by one, the free gardens of Pan-Gaea fell to the power of the Grapefruit, but there were some who resisted. A last alliance of citrus and citron marched against the armies of Florida, and on the very swamps of Ever Glade, they fought for the freedom of Pan-Gaea. Victory was near, but the power of the furanco courmarin could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Tangelo, son of the king, took up his father’s rootstock.

didn’t we just do moss and with a less clickbait title

I checked it out! I’ll probably hop in intermittently as the crafting urge strikes.
Thanks for putting it up!

the worse chair