We got to get inside the building right when they set it on fire

I wasn’t talking about people.

I’m talking about me.

I don’t want needles (or any sharp objects) close to my genitals.

Is the syringe in the dong? Because that’s a beeg no for me. I’m not squeamish around needles but am squeamish about the dong and dings.

What in the fuck does this even mean?

I’ve seen a number of comments coming in defense of the mother but I didn’t read the OP as a critique in the first place.

The caption is just a funny “rationalization” for the scenario we’re seeing.

First reaction: fear.

Second: I chuckled. Because I thought of some VP-level enforcing this joke as SOP.

And then a little more fear, as a treat.

I’d believe them if they said they tested small- scale locally. Even good software/designs can implode when they get scaled up, and I doubt this was good design or software.

That’s what it seems. I try not to write everyone off immediately and gave them space to explain themself because some people’s brains are a mass of wet noodles that don’t do logic good.

Indie and AA.

I’ve gotten release copies of games for review. Unless they have another secret tier of pressers, this is nonsense. If anything, review copies are more likely to have bugs that making completing the game harder.

I was more focused on the lips.

It’s kinda like saying housing would be a lot better if there were more forest rangers.

How is that at all the same?

Don’t worry. His services are not mandatory.

You sonovabitch, I’ve been eating toast since before sliced bread. I’m basically 98% toast. Even when I get into fights, people can’t help but tell me. /s

(Please note I’m spreading the douche on thick right now, I’m not normally this obnoxious lol)

I tend to have that effect on people.

I take my toast fast and rough. Gentle buttering is for French pastries.

I do #2 when possible but that’s not compatible with the slotted, vertical toasters.

It’s not cutting the butter, mate. It’s spreading it. The toast isn’t structurally sound enough to support vigorous spreading, so you need the knife warm to melt the butter as you go to spread.

You’d know this struggle if you were a real toast-o.

Gotta up the drone strikes to set a spectrum. More strikes is more serious.

Kill his whole family and then build my bunker for the “inevitable” apocalypse that I willfully helped to create!

Maybe I’m suddenly shite at games but parrying feels like happenstance rather than a technique. The block windup is too long for me to react to the quick strike they throw out. It feels like Skyrim combat, from a “battle flow” standpoint.

This grievous attack on my person has left me hideously deformed.