Gersburs ma fravrit merms
Gersburs ma fravrit merms
That’s what I liked about keijo. Ridiculous premise, but they went so serious with it that you can’t help but enjoy the ride.
Infinitely better gag than “oh jeez, my armor barely covers my vulva, isn’t that funny?”
Gotta credit the artist, @ahdok@ttrpg.network
Probably the same things he’s doing today- lying, stealing, shit talking, and engaging in casual bigotry.
This picture threw out my back.
Always remember, these people waited for years and* paid 100k to look like colossal douchebags. They had every opportunity to avoid their situation.
I always loved the idea that the path of a musician is inherently full of sin, especially one that has the pride and hubris necessary to challenge the devil. You lose? Your soul is taken. You win? Your soul is offered by your own, thoroughly voluntary, attrition.
I’ll take all the fruit dick the farm can provide.
Tangential but I always find the tumorous outgrowths on fruits and veggies to be the quality most positively associated with tastiness. Fruits and veggies are sold in stores because they’re pretty and easy to pack, not because they’re delicious. Traits associated with taste are secondary to beautification, which has led to profoundly unappetizing produce becoming common despite the same vine’s ability to create ambrosia. Which is all to say, I’d throat that tomato dick in an instant. The more dicks, the better the fruit.
Uncivil engineers are the apex of civil disobedience.
“You playing a speed deck or am I gonna get to grind you down?”
If you’re going to consolidate everything into one, don’t half-ass it. Expand the tub, apply a hydrophobic coating to it, and find a mattress that can fit within its confines. Now you have the opportunity to repurpose the top bunk into a photography studio, smoking room, 2-car garage, whatever.
People live in cities die in caves
Shit, it’s real and they have a website. Also, they lie about printing their shirts in the US. I’d link their site but lemmy isn’t big enough to DDOS it and I don’t want to provide them entertainment and hope in the form of a sudden rush of visitors.
Revenge for patricide>zoology
But not always.
“Hey baby, are you a deep sea trawler? Because you’re the fundamental driving force behind fish stock depletion and marine ecosystem collapse. Unrelated, here’s a fish.”
And I would chronically ignore it. He had had to learn his lessons the hard way, his childhood marred by a severely diabetic mother ignorant to her dietary constraints and a father unremarkably worldly and confined to their home due to his wife’s relentless id.
Every year since his sixth yielded marked weight loss for his mother, with knives and needles harvesting her numb, gangrenous limbs at regular intervals. Her mind had lapsed due to neuropathic complications, so, by the time he had barely seen what it meant to live, the doctors had taken from her everything but her torso, her family, the bag that disposed of her waste, and her ever shrieking mouth. The pallbearers said it was the lightest casket they had ever had to lift.
Often I wondered who had enabled her eating habits, whether it was saccharine poison with intent. But my father speaks on this with little detail and my grandfather’s senility or guilt had buried the information by the time I had needed to ask for it. In the end, there are only the experiences we keep and pass forward, like recipes!
Get your sweet tooth ready because the recipe calls for two cups of powdered sugar, three eggs, and a whole loaf of white bread!
As a fan of non sequiturs, I’m a bit surprised to have never seen this. Thank you for the link!
Some cheaper brands, which are subsidized via ads, actively search for unsecured networks. Disabling the Wi-Fi as completely as possible might be worth the time, if you have such a model.