Let me tell you a tale about downloading erotic jpeg files over 28k modems and stitching them back together, in which the image file was split into pieces, uuencoded and posted on Usenet.
Let me tell you a tale about downloading erotic jpeg files over 28k modems and stitching them back together, in which the image file was split into pieces, uuencoded and posted on Usenet.
In the 90s there was this purple dinosaur from a children’s TV show that everyone seemed to hate. I don’t know anything about him or why we were supposed to hate him. To know anything about him you would have to have watched a show for 3 year olds, so if you did that then you deserve to be annoyed by it. Right?
But why did we evolve a hook & loop clasp to hold the top of our skull closed?
I feel you and what everyone is doing annoys me too, but our only recourse is to do something worse.
My proposal: we start calling our removed “corpora cavernosa”.
Examples:
I played football 🏈 in middle school and high school. Watching it is okay to me but I won’t do it voluntarily.
Even worse, if I’m forced to watch sports too many times I go crazy wanting to play. In my 20s , friends were into World Cup ⚽️, and day off, sunny outside, cool breeze, and we’re in a bar watching a game on TV. I snap and start going to pickup soccer games in the city. Same thing in my late 30s: my sons peewee football games drive me crazy, and I have to start joining local rugby league practices.
Finally, in my early 40s, I had the money to do a dream: motorcycle racing. But it’s so hard to get to do it even with enough money: join club, wait for track day and so on. I was still trying to lose weight to buy one of those back-protector suits when I discover Moto GP. And suddenly, something clicked. I finally understood how some people can watch sports. I never did made it to the track, but I can watch a motorcycle race on TV and really enjoy it. Without going crazy.
Cirez D - Drums In The Deep
Breakfast on Pluto Nash Bridges of Madison County.
In case non-native English speakers don’t understand.
The word “murder” is an old legal term meaning: unlawful killing of a person. This implies that there are lawful ways to kill a person. Slang usage of the word “murder” is less precise.
A proper translation of the Bible’s 10 Commandments prohibits murder, that is, don’t kill anyone in a way that your tribe forbids. It does not prohibit every kind of killing of people, that would be ludicrous. This is why those Christians who have the viewpoint of 100% no killing of people are misguided.
We are in our suffix-punk arc. We’re such word-pilled portmanteau-maxxers.
They are named after the hero who goes back in time to save Sarah Connor from the Terminator.
Also, you are too old to be picking on school children.
USA doesn’t have a parliamentary system.
How about choosing a sport that actually uses ranked choice to determine winners?
https://www.nascar.com/news-media/2019/02/08/nascar-driver-points-awarded-per-race/
Now that I think about it, I’d totally name my son Manchego.
synecdoche
I didn’t like that movie.
Fucking quality comedic writing.
Fucking brilliant crossover.
No. Stay and fight. The theater of conflict is closed. There is no place else to go.
If you leave you’re the same as these fighting-age single men fleeing Syria or wherever. Literally or metaphorically, you’ll end up drowning in the Mediterranean in a pathetic cowards death.
To the radical old-heads like me. If you have stage 4 cancer, then you ain’t surviving. That’s a license to do anything because you’ll be dead in a year. Find a billionaire and do what needs to be done. Of course I mean give them a stern talking to; I’ve heard psychopaths respond well to those. And not one of the famous ones, they are actually not as bad. The less famous ones are also more touchable.
Stay strong in the struggle.
I thought he got money because he took the money the other guys were skimming.
Atkins. The 00s low carb diet. How did people do it?
When I finally broke, I put steamed rice and French fries on a cheese pizza and rolled it up and ate it.
Mac Daddy will make ya—
—some embittered philosopher probably