

It’s my oven and I’ll put my head in it if I want to
It’s my oven and I’ll put my head in it if I want to
I can’t get over the way that they cheered for that filibuster as if it accomplished anything
Apparently there’s nothing special about 8 buffalos; any sentence that consists solely of the word buffalo repeated is grammatically correct. Also as an idiot on this subject I can confidently tell you that as long as you throw some lowercase buffalos in there nobody is going to notice.
I feel like I just read an SCP document
I sent in my application but I think it got bounced by an llm. I had heinous crimes and a show of force, even a few murders. But no! I get an email back about “hiring from within.” Like what, do they promote their mooks to the executive level?
Wait, they promote their mooks to the executive level? Fuckin… Goodcorp doesn’t do that. And they’re good. It’s in their name. That’s, like, crazier than… Something that’s crazy.
I miss Antergos. I know Arch is still there. I know Manjaro exists. I miss Antergos.
Based on my understanding of the state of the ground in cities, that is absolutely disgusting.
No, but you do have to make enough to convince the bank to loan you the money to buy it. Houses in major cities cost WAY more than $170k.
Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til’ ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!
If the child stayed in the native community wouldn’t that imply that they would likely grow up to have a child with someone else in that community? And that their descendants would be more than half a percent native genetically?
I hate to be that guy in this case but he has not been convicted, and so he is an alleged murderer. He deserves the pre-trial treatment we would like to be given to someone who has been wrongly accused.
I wish him a speedy trial and a very fucking long execution.
Not that it’ll stop them from trying but the constitution does say you have to be a natural-born citizen.
Who’s on worse drugs?
If I’m being honest I read the one sentence, thought “oh that’s really funny in light of the top comment,” came back to share the bad news, and forgot about the article entirely.
I have some bad news about the first sentence in the article
The life support machine called…
Would you wanna get sued for hundreds of millions of dollars in damages and lose?