

Quail is pretty good.
Quail is pretty good.
Looney tunes factory music playing all the way
“I know what I got”
I am in the same boat. Currently forcing myself to get into D&D even though I’m completely shit at math, creative writing, art, and am not fantasy genre savvy. I want to create a homebrew game for my spouse that they’ll (hopefully) enjoy. It’s been really challenging so far but also a lot of fun.
Bulldoze the community garden and replace it with glass
This is my sermon
The Apple Store will use Lyft for same-day. I had a laptop charger die on me and wasn’t in any position to drive out for a new one. It was sketchy to say the least.
I loved them back when they were popular in the mid-late 2010s. Why? Confused people at the urinals.
Noise canceling headphones. Yes, they exist for under $100, maybe not the best, but they’re a godsend.
“Have you installed Arch yet?”
Corporate Memphis, and I’ll get ahead of the curve, whatever its successor is. Probably some kind of AI-chic.
I’ve heard similar about Trump. They keep the real one somewhere secret and put the shitty one out in public, because he couldn’t possibly be this bad, right? He’s still the great leader, just behind the scenes right? Guys? GUYS?
I’ve never had a two months delay, but government offices are typically understanding about getting something at or a little past the due date because everyone knows the mail sucks.
No (US). Those who loudly complain are generally conservatives who can’t understand how marginal tax rates and brackets work.
You need to demonstrate this knowledge, along with how to properly roll a burrito, to graduate high school in California. I can personally attest.
Take a drink for every f-35 that gets destroyed. And take a drink for every f-35 that isn’t!
Those aren’t the only two terms in contention, unfortunately, because academics love a pissing contest. Middle fingers to the term I personally hate, “cosmodernism.”
Got a lot of mileage out of this in high school when mp3 players had just kicked off.
Yeah there was a minute where my urologist’s office — against their will, I am sure — had big-ass screens on the walls of exam rooms and they were brighter than the sun. They were gone within a month.
Nah he fell asleep watching The Rock, that’s more his style.
The gator I had was fried and it was like darker-than-dark-meat chicken.