Posts from Sacred Haven of Debauchery Auto-translated

I completely agree about stray dogs and cats. Regarding domestic pets, I've long come to the conclusion that cats and dogs reflect their owners' attitude towards them and the world around them. And personally, I've only seen equally unpleasant animals in toxic families, while decent people have real sweethearts as pets.

I’ve encountered aggressive people who would attack others.

Dogs also have owners who like to attack people. Once, a dog ran at me, so I kicked it, and its owner started screaming, "Oh, you bitch, I'll fucking kill you!" Of course, she didn't go to sort things out herself, but her husband did...

I wish we had a smart camera in the park with facial recognition to fine dog owners who don't clean up after their dogs.

Seeing how quickly my cat hides under the sofa when she hears a knock at the door, and considering the extra weight she gained after moving in with me, I can't help but agree that pets truly reflect their owners.

Dogs' owners also tend to be aggressive towards people. Once, a dog attacked me, so I kicked it, and its owner started screaming, "You bitch, I'll fucking kill you!" Of course, she didn't come to sort things out herself, but her husband did...

Another confirmation that aggressive pets are owned by inadequate people.

no anime figures

I believe it.

We need a smart camera with facial recognition in the park to fine dog owners who don't clean up after their dogs...

They'll fine people and send "foreign spies" and "enemies of the people" to prison, but the poop will still be there.

I'll express an unconventional opinion: I like bees more than dogs or cats. It's true that I've encountered aggressive bees that attacked people... But that's okay.

Considering the mechanics of a bee sting, the more aggressive bees there are, the fewer aggressive bees there will be.

So, I’m walking from the kitchen to the bathroom, with a knife in my hand. I see a colleague coming in, and suddenly I have this random thought – I could stab him hard in the stomach, right to the spine, this fat guy. I even pictured it in detail, with what trajectory, how it would first tear through his jacket, get slightly caught in his undershirt, then cut through the fat... The knife is sturdy, all-metal, with a blade over 20 cm long. Well, I think, I won’t do it this time. I’m already in the bathroom, washing the knife, and he comes in to wash his hands, and then he says:
-- Hey... You were going to stab me with that knife, right?
I’m a little shocked, but I was taught that lying is bad.
-- Well, yes, how did you guess?!
-- Well, we’ve known each other for a while...

blade is more than 20 cm.

We know about your 20 cm; after the examination, it will turn out that it barely reaches 10 cm.

You wouldn't talk like that if you felt it inside.

My dad used to say that there’s no need to be ashamed of our knives, even if they’re less than 20 centimeters long.

Yes, I see, he gave you some good advice. A knife becomes sharper when you sharpen it...

Hmm, you're right. But sometimes, I sharpen the knife so much that I accidentally cut myself on it.