Well now that’s in my brain, right at bedtime.
Well now that’s in my brain, right at bedtime.
This is 100% a scene from a Witcher game.
Post fight dialogue options :
VOICEOVER: Captain’s log, star date 571.204. As we are unable to transport through the energy field, Commander Riker, Commander Data and I remain trapped on the strange asteroid, which continues to fall ever faster into the black hole. As we have no way out of our predicament, it seems we have no choice but to attempt to solve the strange murder of the mysterious hotel guest.
PICARD (knocking on hotel manager’s door): Hello! Is there anyone in there! We demand to speak with the manager at once!
ANNOYED VOICE: Go away! I’m busy!
PICARD: Your guests are being murdered! If you are the manager of this place, that must matter to you!
ANNOYED VOICE: Oh, very well. Come in, if you must.
PICARD: Q! I should have known you were behind this!
Q: Inspector Jean Luc. How nice of you to drop by. You have a warrant, I assume?
Fast forward the world of His Dark Materials 400 years and you get this.
This is awesome and there is gonna be so much fraud! All the fraud.
“A high resolution photo of a bag piper in the style of Doctor Seuss.”
This was a recent episode of The Boys. I haven’t laughed so hard at people dying horrible, gruesome deaths in a long time.
That 100% is some weird shit you’d get in your bag Trick-or-Treating in the 80s.
Username checks out.
You’re kind of an asshole for like completely no reason aren’t you? That’s now what this conversation is about. By all means, continue.
Sure, that was overly broad. But I’ve got a BUNCH of tools in my garage and they’re fine, but my dad’s got a bunch of the same tools in his workshop he had when I was a kid, and they still work just as well now as they did in the 80s (I think his drill press actually used to belong to HIS dad and it’s never failed me). Also, his table saw and band saw rock. I remember using them to cut things for silly projects when I was a kid and I just used the table saw the other day… same saw, great results.
My take was all centered around “solid” and “built to last”. I don’t have any faith that the tools in my garage will outlast his tools. Don’t see it happening. I think me inheriting his tools is more likely than my tools outlasting them.
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It’s not going to collapse over night. Instead, things are going to get worse and worse gradually, with each step backward becoming the new normal.
Like the proverbial frog in boiling water, we’ll all just carry on until one day we’re like just chilling in our debris city, hoping we don’t have to sell any teeth for bottle caps in order to buy food today when some ghoul comes storming in and shoots up the place trying to murder a harmless old man with a dog, and then some naive vault dweller tries to intervene, but she only makes the problem worse and we’ll all wonder how the hell we got here.
One of us!
Crawl out through the fallout baby.
I do remember some posts on r/sex back in the day that were absolutely kids (teens) and you could tell by how
I remember there was a funny day when there were two top upvoted posts on r/sex (probably in like 2017) where one was like
And the other one was like
People kept linking the second one in the first one and reassuring this poor girl that she’s totally normal.
Honestly, sometimes when I can’t sleep, watching eSports helps (especially Starcraft II). IDK why, but put on a super chill caster like Wardii and I’m out in 20 minutes.
Having some loud, disruptive ad punch through my ad blocker and try to tell me about Liberty Mutual when I’ve almost dozed off is close to the most rage inducing experience imaginable. With Youtube now working to inject adds directly into video streams, I’m actually anxious about the future of my best sleep aid.
Came here to say this.
Shrek is love. Shrek is life.