… Dodging?
Is that some kind of move weaklings make when they can’t take a hit?
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Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.
… Dodging?
Is that some kind of move weaklings make when they can’t take a hit?
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Clearly they never spoke to Bobby Tables.
Even when nobody mentions you, you still show up to let everyone know…
I believe it’s properly pronounced “Brock ‘THE RAPIST’ Turner”
surely they’ll follow up with investments into US-produced solar equipment to boost the economy and bring prices down to competitive levels, right?
… Right?
I see their junk at every thrift store and flea market in Ohio.
I legitimately thought they went out of business.
My condolences to your ears and temporal lobe.
She makes me want to jump into the abyss, not just gaze long into it.
I swear to God if I hear that song one more time I’ll go Setlik III on the closest radio.
It’ll just be more gun control for the poor.
There are a lot of things the government is perfectly happy to let you own as long as you can pay the extra fees and permits.
Me, every time my wife tells me a story of her childhood dealing with her narcissist mother, enabling father, both of whom were neglectful and emotionally abusive to all their children, and her insane sister who for reasons too numerous to count, deserves a spot in whatever hell is the worst one.
Yeah, like… This was absolutely me as a kid, I just imagined my fully grown dad but child-size, so I want to laugh…
But I can’t laugh when it’s just a photo that’s essentially going “HAHA LOOK AT THIS ABNORMAL PERSON, LET ME BRING FOCUS TO THE ABNORMAL THING HAHA!”
It feels gross.
So I approve of the joke, just not the accompanying image.
This is so fucking dumb.
I love it.
At this point I’m just going to assume the core was still slightly frozen or close to it when I put it in. I left it to thaw for several days in the refrigerator…
Ah well, a learning experience for next year.
It is precooked, and it’s made it up to 120! 25 more to go and it’ll be ready to serve, and food got pushed back anyway, so there’s still hope.
And offend me dear old ma? She never believed in using replicators.
My ham has been in the oven for 2 hours and the core temperature is only 70… I don’t think it will be ready when “dinner” starts in an hour and a half…
To be fair, this is the first time I’ve cooked holiday food in my own oven in my own residence… I’ve never cooked a ham this big before.
Luckily the mouse has been practicing his sleight of hand, and swapped the cinnamon out with a cinnamon-stick-shaped cyanide capsule he cleverly hid up his sleeve!
So unless you’re telling me the bird is also a master magician…
When the bird opens its beak to grab you, cram the cinnamon stick in as hard as you can and run away.
While it’s coughing up cinammon, you can quickly grab a No Hunting sign and plop it down. This way the bird knows it can’t hunt for food in this area and will have to move on.
SYENSE
As someone who has moved several free pianos and now tells people I will drive it but loading and unloading is on them…
They all sound like complete shit.
The piano is free, making it sound good isn’t.
But then, most people just have a piano for decoration.