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Yes they are. And they have two legs shorter one one side of their body to the other. So they can traverse a mountain side at great speed whilst keeping upright. My nan good me this and she never lied.
 
Yes they are. And they have two legs shorter one one side of their body to the other. So they can traverse a mountain side at great speed whilst keeping upright. My nan good me this and she never lied.

That's not a haggis. That's what Cried actually looks like.
 
One spam thread read "Get unexpected services from Kolkata Escort Girls". Since the spammer had an avatar showing the torso portion of a female body dressed in underwear, I suppose the "unexpected" services would include them offering me to do my taxes or work as a research assistant.
 
There's a continental street market in town today. That means I'm about to pay about three times as much for Spanish food as I would if I bought it in Spain.
 
Yay! My SMBC Comics bundle just arrived, complete with my copy of The Holy Bible: Abridged Beyond the Point of Usefulness, which includes quick summaries of the chapters of the Bible.

Example, for the Book of Jeremiah:

Jeremiah prophesies that Jerusalem will fall to the Babylonians. The locals do not like this and throw him in a water tank, which says something about sanitation policies during that time. Later, Jerusalem falls to the Babylonians.
 
My doorbell just rang. I answered it and outside was a woman telling me she was doing a survey and that she wanted to ask me a few questions. I didn't want to answer anything and was about to tell her so, but she didn't let me speak. "Are you an extreme leftist?" She said that she had already been to a leftist hot spot and had her survey there and now she's in my building because her brother lives here (proceeded to say his last name).

Before I could answer anything, she asked "are you stalking me?"
Me: "Excuse me?!?"
Her: "Please give me an honest answer."
Me: "Uh... no?"
Her: "Anyone can say this."

I get angry and close the door. A few minutes later, I heard she was still outside, talking as I supposed on the phone. I opened the door again and saw that she was sitting there, writing something on her notepad. I try to ask her for her motivation and she tells me a weird story about acid attack and so forth, and I try to be polite and understanding.

Her: "I want an honest answer."
Me: "How are you going to prove that my answers are correct? I'm not going to let you into my flat."
Her: "Well, that's a problem then, isn't it. Say..." she looks at my doorbell "is that really your name? I mean, you could just be a visitor here."
Me: "I'm certainly not going to show me you ID." At this point, I consider calling the landlord, but I don't have his number anywhere in my flat, because it's always on display downstairs in the hallway. Unfortunately, I can't just go and check.
Her: While reaching for her pocket, "I'll show you mine."

Before I can say something, my next-door neighbour comes by. He tells her that she's been repeatedly banished from the house. He ignores her from then and goes into his flat. I continue talking to her, more hostile this time, telling her that I have no idea who she is ("I already told you my name") or why I should talk to her ("I told you I'm doing a survey") and that as I heard she had been here repeatedly ("Not repeatedly, only twice") and that I don't feel like answering questions about me being radical leftist.

Her: "Why radical leftist? I said extreme leftist. Do you know any radical leftists since you continue saying this?"
Me: "Please do not harass me any further."

Under her protests that she's doing a survey and wants to know who is stalking her, I shut the door and lock it. Five to ten minutes later, I check if she's still there and ring my neighbour's doorbell. He tells me that she'd been here at least three times and claims to be a neighbour's sibling, but of course nobody knows. He called the landlord and said next time the police will be notified. Maybe if we had asked her for the first name, we would have gotten her somehow.

Voice from upstairs: "Hello, I'm still here. His name is Michael!"

Creeped out, we both go back to our flat and my neighbour told me half an hour later that next time we're calling the police.

Spooky.
 
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