Of Bookish Things<p><span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://social.linux.pizza/@detondev" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">@<span>detondev</span></a></span> </p><p>I put your account through multiple translations, and then back into English. I don't know why, perhaps it was my medication. :bl46: </p><p>A disguised man and a black and white dog fall to the ground nearby.</p><p>Tired people, oh my god, what kind of dog is this?</p><p>The man shouts, "I don't know. Are you a Welsh Corgi?"</p><p>Tired people, this is not a real place.</p><p>Me: Especially on the street.</p><p>Weak person: My friend. Exactly. That's the "basic" when walking a dog.</p><p>A few minutes later, a man dressed as the Easter Bunny walks in and wishes Christmas.</p><p>Tired friends. I'm on vacation. What's going on?</p><p>Say goodbye to the Easter Bunny.</p><p>Tired, eyes closed, mouth open, loss of reality.</p><p><a href="https://c.im/tags/DadaistTranslation" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>DadaistTranslation</span></a> <a href="https://c.im/tags/Dadaist" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Dadaist</span></a> <a href="https://c.im/tags/DadaistParable" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>DadaistParable</span></a></p>