This is peak comic.
dafo
joined 2 years ago
It definitely is not a joke - their inability and refusal to make themselves understood is a real problem.
The only solution is to boycott them all and dig out their countries and separate them from the rest of Europe (/s)
Woking with people from southern Europe (seen from Sweden), sadly a lot. Belgians, Luxemburgians, French (🤢), Swiss, and the list continues.
I keep it in the bag on the counter and it thaws just fine
Sorted Food. Once they started with the Pass It On format they really declined. Now all their videos are pass it on sand Chef Reviews Gadets and no more actual cooking videos, especially not recipe videos.
I learned recently when looking for new winter tyres for it car that there are three-ish classifications for winter tyres: unstudded, studded, Nordics.
You will end up in a ditch without studded tyres here. In the winters we'll have a constant decimeter of ice on the pavements. The busy roads will have two tyre tracks between a 5-10 cm thick layer of ice and snow, which looks to lead to asphalt. But no, it's the absolutely most slippery ice you will ever come across.
The city buses stopped using studded tyres a couple of years ago for environmental reasons. You almost feel shame hitting the stop button, because the driver has to slow down well before the stop and takes a good minute for it to ~~get~~ slide up to speed again
For reference, somewhere in Västerbotten, Sweden
75 F is not comfortable at all, 80 F is deadly, 170 - 200 is fine as long as it's about 400% rel humidity and in a wooden room
Kind regards, a nord
That's standard in Sweden. 60 minute unpaid lunch breaks, two paid 15 minute breaks, minimum.
I was expecting
>then I hear a sound >Open my eyes >guy next to me says "Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?"
"Encrypted DMs"
isn't that just a longer way of saying "PM"?
I thought this was the best thing since sliced bread too. Then he learned he has arms and can use them to roll around, which means you have to stop swaddling. A week or two of bad nights later he's now sleeping without one.