Still waiting on a fax from them to confirm.
Still waiting on a fax from them to confirm.
Imagine how massive the camera that took that picture is!
That’s an instant X2 score modifier right there.
I get so pissed off when one of the YouTubers I follow starts shilling for some bs subscription service that I have to play a few hours of Raid: Shadow Legends to calm down.
That would be impossible, for I am the raciest uncle!
Edit: And before my inbox fills up, I’m only into Weird Aunts with a balanced cat/tattoo ratio.
What if we made some sort of floating train?
I’ve seen airline bottles of Johnnie Walker for about $5 around me. I’d spend the $15 on a full sized bottle of Evan Williams, though.
All it needs is a line saying, “Hand Blown Artisanal Glassware and Other Whimsical Notions”
Hooray. I’ve been looking to add a few more points of maintenance and failure to my bike.
If women are truly the fairer sex, why are they always cheating at cards?
Technically, yes.
I think the scenario would require you to heat up pure H20 in a perfectly clean non porous glass. The H20 would not bubble and boil so the temperature would raise above the boiling point.
Once anything is introduced, like a spoon or a tea bag, into the liquid it would explode with steam and super hot water.
I’m sure someone smarter than me could explain it more better.
I wonder if there is a statue of limitations for situations like this…
Hell, it took me years to not rub up against every wall while smashing space after playing Doom.
I started taking graphic design classes in the mid 2ks and the amount of my brain that has been squandered making everything look like shiny candy floating in a polished plastic void is disgusting.
Then I learned how to make everything look like it was badly spray stenciled and drug through a post industrial alley so I could really stick it to the man.
This might as well ask, “When were you young and broke and wanted everything you saw in a commercial and then started collecting ridiculous amounts of nostalgia product as soon as you had even a crumb of disposable income.”
Thankfully I didn’t fall for that nonsense.
: reclines on throne made entirely of first gen Zunes and Sidekick phones:
Oooh! Free vendetta ghosts!
I knew taking four years of Applied Rap Math would pay off.
I dug my last surviving pain of Kikwear out of storage when I saw this coming.
Waiting for the perfect event to mortify my teenage nephew, who wears nothing but Adidas .