When we lived in turkey 1982, my father was building a dam, we had a turtle masked “Mathilda”, she loved clover blossoms and wasn’t exactly small. One afternoon my mom had made her toenails with red nail polish. She was sitting there and reading the papers while my father and I were watching the turtle, coming like that picture here veeeery slowly for her toes. What can I say? Turtle bites, mother screams, we laugh, turtle flies, we still laugh, mother curses like a sailor. Turtle ok. Mother not so much.
I never understood how anybody can eat that crap. One walk through our garden and I have a free meal. If you don’t have a garden, go to your local farmer, it’s dirt cheap. You can even order great meat for a fraction of the supermarket torture stuff. Ah one last thing - get up from your sorry ass & cook.
It’s called “Simpsoning” or “Groening” in the entertaining industry: do something really great, then do it for so long and get worse and worse for so long, that people actually forget that it was great at some point in time.
I don’t know what the whole fuzz was / is about, it’s years now that I unwillingly watched ads, anywhere. So easy, piehole, newpipe, avoid any Microsoft shit, you just have to be ready to learn a bit, it’s not rocket science. Ok, rocket science helped, but that’s not the point…