Running at the speed of lobsters!
Running at the speed of lobsters!
I ask myself “why?” after most Steam sales, one of which was earlier this month. Six or seven new games to join the backlog. Relatively cheap, to be fair.
I’m not a fan of the “new car smell”, for some reason. The “new computer smell”, on the other hand, is a rare treat.
Most seafood doesn’t get me too badly, though I still don’t like it. Cooking shrimp, on the other hand, makes it hurt to breathe for some reason. Not the same as nausea, but it still sucks.
I have a few that some others in the thread have already mentioned, but I can also:
Same here. Someone else in the thread said that’s your tensor tympani muscle.
That’s… what Americans do. I live about 1500 miles from my parents, and only use time as a measurement if I’m planning to drive that far, mainly in days.
The story was written for an audience of about 5 aging hipsters from Brooklyn.
Well said. The whole “epilogue” read like a hypercondensed Manifesto of the Pathological Twat.
The banner up top is blue because it looks like denim, right?
It’s been giving me semantic satiation for a while now.
For my part, I’m thinking of carrying a bag full of signs that say “Shame!” that I can put next to the offending excrement. Both to shame whoever’s responsible, but also everyone else can watch their step.
It’s coming out the wrong end of the phone.
Yes, we all do, and most of us outgrow it.
~400BC
And yet the quote is still somehow not even remotely old.
All to make their job easier, lol.
Not a teacher, but what I keep reading is that they’re trying not to get pilloried by students’ screaming MAGA parents.
This is missing Metal Gear Solid V: Whoa Ho.
I thought I was so creative…
How hard is it to press on the stall door and if it doesn’t open, just move on to the next?
Pumpkin spice old fashioned. With real pumpkin puree!