I ate a pizza…FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
I read my son a bedtime story and tucked him in bed… FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
Training a future warrior! Glory to your house!
I marked all unread emails as read without reading them… FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
You risked irking Brenda from accounting? Reckless perhaps but valorous indeed! GLORY TO YOU AND YOUR HOUSE!
Shitting… FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!!
Empty bowels are strong bowels. Glory to your house!
Hey me too! FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
Same here, FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
Rotated my cat… FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE
Glory to you and your–wait…what?
How do you rotate a cat? What does it imply? Because the first association in my mind was akin to rotating the tyres on a car, to even out the wear. And that must be wrong.
I picked him up and rotated him so his face was towards me instead of his tail.
One cat goatses too many, huh?
He kept thwacking his tail into me
Yeah, glory to you and your house and all that then.
I cleaned a sink full of dishes by hand because I don’t have a dishwasher … FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
You wrested them with your bare hands? Glory!
I’m about to do my homework - FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE
I masturbated… FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
Was that about the sexy queer goth parties you were asking about, I mean, your friend was asking about last week?
Never mind. Doesn’t matter. Glorious orgasms for the glory of the glorious empire! May your glorious orgasms be strong and frequent!
Not so frequent that they interfere in a negative way with maintaining your daily life, of course, just frequent enough to give LOTS OF GLORY TO THE EMPIRE!
Stayed up past bedtime… FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE
The glorious battle against sleepiness! Sto-vo-kor awaits!
May your meetings be long, so you can fight sleepiness once more! For the glory of the empire!
Set the automatic coffee pot… FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
Whoa, hey, I know we’re all having fun with the “FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE” bit, but should we be caffenating Klingons? I feel like there’s bound to be real-world consequences here.
It’s a rare Klingon life hack that doesn’t make use of a bat’leth.
Fair enough, but it still feels like you’re advocating for the equivalent of giving meth to a honey badger.
I petted the chicken…FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
Chickens are dinosaurs! Glory for your bravery!
‘the’ chicken?
Chickens love other chickens at least half of the time, and FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!!we have 3.
Well, two and a half
Today that’s 4, or 3, depending on how you look at it.
See, we have the rooster we thought was a hen. Then we got a hen for her and us. Then we had a volunteer hen, but she left during the hurricane. Then we had another volunteer hen.
But the volunteers aren’t ours ours, and we have no way of keeping them if they want to leave, and we’ve got messages out for if the actual “owners” want to claim her. So, the volunteers would only count as half ours.
But, today, the bantam rooster that apparently know our volunteer hen decided he would come by for a visit. Since he isn’t ours, that’s another half bird as long as he ends up being here, which won’t be for long because our rooster is most decidedly not bantam, and has beat the ever loving hell out of things much bigger than the bantam rooster
Which means I’m on a bathroom break while we figure out what the hell to do about the visiting dignitary.
I’m voting we have him for lunch.
Thanks for the lovely background image and a slice of life, I really enjoyed it.
Chicken politics are great, tho I only knew about visiting neighbours.
They really are a mess lol.
Also, said bantam rooster is currently in a spare pet carrier because the owners denied he’s theirs. I think it was a language barrier though, my Spanish is horrible and their English non existent lol.
Cute little bugger. If our rooster wouldn’t kill him, I’d just keep him and have done with it.
Lol, the committee has spoken and you were outvoted.
You could perhaps play the long game (like keeping them separated but close by, maybe with some fence or a coop, until they decide to maybe get along), but brainwashing chicken brains is hard.
I made meatball subs with THE GLORY OF THE AIR FRYER.
Stove-Ken-more awaits!
https://www.kenmore.com/products/cooking/ranges/electric-ranges/
I climbed into bed and started browsing memes on my phone FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE.
You summited the bed to achieve the warrior’s rest! Glory to you and your house!
I brushed my daughter’s hair… FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!
Strong hair! Strong heir! Glory to you and your house!
Strengthening the bonds of your house! Strong houses make for a strong empire! Glory to you!
I told a member of an LGBT organization in York, UK that I would be happy for any help I can get regarding finding me a job above the UK family visa income threshold so my gay daughter can stay here longer than six months after he offered to look over my CV and give me pointers… for the glory of the empire?
Allies make The Empire stronger. Glory to your house!
Glory to your house! There is force to be found seeking allies!
I’m having panic attacks and psychotic episodes… FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE.
Acknowledging one’s challenges is the first step on the warrior’s path. Glory to you and your house!
Thanks!
I’m doing my best and have progressed leaps and bounds in the last few years. I have a psychiatrist, therapy, and some medication.
Ptsd is a bitch…
Continue to regale us with tales of your battle victories in the future!
