It’s cool. We’ll make it for you (and far more impeccably gorgeous than you would). Just give us the engine.
- The Modding Community
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
It’s cool. We’ll make it for you (and far more impeccably gorgeous than you would). Just give us the engine.
How else will you get that gorgeous metallic flavor that portends your teeth falling out?
I’ll never get the vague vinegar stains out of my hand
I’ve heard from this community that houses can run on Linux, though.
I’m pretty sure that Disney can’t outright kill anyone unless they came out of a Disney pod gasping and crying, “what am I?” to the universe before being given their prime corporate directive of being a kid’s movie star, but I’m not a lawyer.
Difficult when you’re in the R&D department and you know that cost-cutting measures are the primary directive, but you still have to do your job in spite of the harm it could cause. I’ve met a lot of people with burnout in the food industry. I’m one of them.
Samesies. Here for the support and the dank memes. Not offended to get labeled. I’m also questioning if most cisgender people take offense to the label. I feel like most wouldn’t. Maybe we’re talking about the minority that gets triggered by words that they don’t understand. I hope y’all don’t rope the whole cis culture in with the haters, because you don’t have to be queer to understand the plight of non-binary peoples. Just sayin’.
Someone knows the Master’s thesis trick.
I feel like if I could remove my connotations from the word, Cicada itself would be an awesome name.
“they make something beautiful instead of death” Agreed, but your neighbor’s kid’s fingers might not agree after that M-80
Lotta green on that burger, buddy. Cocks shotgun
Okay, but like… can I see it?
Jesus, I hope I’m the only reason…
You can use it for gravel as well. I walked into a quarry recently and pretended to fall into a pile of loose gravel (but then I started covertly shoveling it into my fanny pack).
Boom. Close the zipper on that lock box while some production employees help you out of the gravel and you’ve secured 1/8500th of what you need for your new driveway. You just have to pull the grift a few more times.
They know my face at the local quarry now, though, which is problematic.
Yeah, but like, the jalapenos and cheese don’t just fit in the fanny pack after all the flour is in there. It’s rough getting by these days.
Much easier for shoplifting, yeah. Just stick a knife in the bag and inconspicuously drain it into your fanny pack while pretending to browse other baking items. Walk on out and you’ve got 1.5 lb of that all-purpose grain glitter and no one is the wiser.
Real Psychologists: “Brains are weird, yo.”