my sibling in christ it is not sufficient that you log off of your computer: you must also log off in your heart
A senior monk and a junior monk were traveling together. At one point, they came to a river with a strong current. As the monks were preparing to cross the river, they saw a very young and beautiful tumblrina. The young tumblrina asked if they could help her log on.
The two monks glanced at one another because they had taken vows not to log on.
Then, without a word, the older monk picked up the tumblrina’s laptop, opened a browser, logged her gently onto the tumblr app, and carried on his journey.
The younger monk couldn’t believe what had just happened. After rejoining his companion, he was speechless, and an hour passed without a word between them.
Two more hours passed, then three, finally the younger monk could contain himself any longer, and blurted out “As monks, we are not permitted to log on, how could you then log on that tumblrina with your hands?”
The older monk looked at him and replied, “Brother, I logged off on the other side of the river, why are you still logged on?”
he’s going through a hair dye phase (sleeping in a berry patch)
feels like some of u aren’t properly appreciating the fact that he sleeps in a berry patch. and he rolls over and squishes the berries into his fur. because he’s so sleepy and content.
maybe people think he’s an ugly dog but just to be clear he is actually a beautiful pig
