Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating a new Star Wars film is approximately 3,720 to 1!
Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating a new Star Wars film is approximately 3,720 to 1!
Maybe a pale gold? Putting them next to the rest of the silvery bods, knowing the difference and enjoying onlookers discovering it?
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*run run run run run run*
Please... noem ore. π
No, but since I've been in π I've made it for my own kid as a last resort.
I had a choom who played Cyberpunk 2077 and ended up siding with greasy corpo fascists in meatspace. He doesn't think they are what they are. Or he can't admit they are. Or he doesn't think, full stop.
I say *had* a friend because I had to cut the gonk out of my feed like bad Russian chrome.
Going to try hey.cafe as an alternative to FB. Might still keep minimal presence FB-side. It's π-made!
A plant research facility sent my workplace a report for a research assistant with a 60s Marvel-style alliterative name, working at a unit with a silly plant based acronym, which cultivates 'nuclear plantlets.' π€¦ββοΈ
Well, now I've got Sandy and Julian in my head. So that made the morning slightly better.
It does sound like you're showcasing a sex toy when you say that. I know you're not, and you know you're not, but...
If that's a curse, I've heard worse.
I mean, it was, just not in the way you might have intended.
I'll see myself out.
Enter a Mechanicus serf with cans of spray paint. "You want some sweet flame accents on this, grandad?"
Dreadnought: "Yes please."
I haven't got my glasses on, but you might be using Minnie Mouse to try and play your guitar with.
...I'll get me coat.
Dear @ass.golf: woke up, went to look at QC and died. Nermalizing? Yep, off to my β°οΈ.
Jaysus.
I mean, if it were mineral and table-to-farm you'd break your teeth and send the farmer a dental bill.
My memory of this 'won a trip to Spain' until now.
I squeak, therefore I am?
I had the issue of Dragon Magazine where they'd statted them up for the Marvel Superheroes RPG. Poor critters. The equivalent of making a sentient ham and cheese sandwich and expecting it to understand lunch in a broader context...
Every time someone uses the word 'spiritually' in everyday terms...
...emotionally. It's just emotionally, and you've put sequins on it.
Ah, well, you see, those are greebles. Standard imperial issue greebles.
Ohhhh, interesting. Your scones have selected for the cake gene.
...ngl, now my tangent brain is just fizzing gently at the idea of various bakery beasts, even though I know that a variant of that idea's been done before in D&D with gingerbread golems. I'll shush. π€
Your divergence from the Old Ways is probably healthier.
You know what?
I'm slightly better at recognising when I don't need to say a thing, now.
The rest of this iteration is questionable and may induce Snow Crash, but at least I can mostly avoid bad keener responses*.
*Disclaimer: maple fudge or too much coffee may completely invalidate feature.
I nominate you for the constitution of Wolverine. I know that's not an award and he'd be real mad if it was given to you but he's in a comic book, so what's he gonna do?
Not weird. Just specific.
Clotted cream, jam, butter even?
FACT CHECK: No, Pierre Poilievre.
This man isnβt facing a $750,000 fine for simply saying βthere are two genders.β
Once you read the actual B.C. Human Rights Tribunal decision, you might find Poilievreβs defence of this βtruthβ and βfree speechβ chilling and, well, indefensible:
I was going with a nice can of Canadian soup. Honestly, any Canadian canned goods.