If only I’d been born %YEARS% later :'-(
If only I’d been born %YEARS% later :'-(
Probably just an advanced form of identity protection. There’s nothing to see here folks. Nooope, just good, old-fashioned, freedom with security. Yep. That’s all. Definitely not getting 3d scanned and stored digitally for some hedonistic billionaire’s personal bio-lifedoll library, which they totally don’t use to fake your death if you go against the agenda- that doesn’t exist. Hey, have you seen this? Pretty neat, right?
Pretty much anything by Marina and the Diamonds. Specifically Pimadonna Girl, though.
Dang. Sounds pretty ubiquitous then. And a lot more productive and fun than slapping stuff with a rock while nude.
I’ve been into computers for over 20 years and I couldn’t tell you what uses rust. I am aware of it, but I am completely unaware of how narrow or broadly it is used. I keep forgetting people aren’t talking about the game.
I read somewhere a few years ago that the decline of “you’re welcome” is due to a shifting in definitions or whatever- “you’re welcome” has come to mean “you are always welcome to my free labor” whereas “no problem” says something more like “I don’t have an issue spending my time on you.”
Amen, brother.
Extracted lsa from morning glory seeds in order to make my own knock-off lsd
Just a heads-up, it’s actually “dessert”. Desert is a dry place. I remember this because there are more "s"es in dessert, and everyone wants more dessert than they do desert.
In the map obsessed universe it’s called Wayland.
Very similar to our universe, that one.
My pappaw would probably say it’s so their head doesn’t get stuck in the pickle jar or something. Classic Pappaw.
Good ole Rule 36.5
I’ll be honest, I have no clue where this would fit. I’ve looked for communities about weird personal stories, or like tales from the countryside or something, but I got nothing.
Maybe we should start a community.
Ok. I haven’t read this yet, but “my grandmother’s sister went into the wheat drying room” is not a sentence I was prepared for. Give me a few moments to compose myself.
Post it as a comment here and we’ll decide after
The whole community was heavily Italian, steeped in mafia lore, and generally had an air of “being looked after.” The shoveling incident just seemed to me a little like I had been turned into a “made man”.
It was probably all just me being a naive little Kentucky boy far from home, but… I dunno.
My grandfather had a wood burning stove as his only source of heat for YEARS. Refused to swap to gas.
One day, we distracted him with some friends and removed his stove literally behind his back. The next day, he was complaining he hadn’t done it 40 years ago.
So maybe just do it when they’re distracted.