Oh don’t you go pure blood on me. I only know how the cochlea works.
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
Oh don’t you go pure blood on me. I only know how the cochlea works.
I prefer the 440 hz sine wave hour.
How does Consort Radahn sound? Everyone else is dead. PM me if you want a summon, though! They’ve been difficult to find!
Try level capping at 80. Makes the DLC difficult. Also makes you summonable by me, which I could really use right now.
It’s cool. We’ll make it for you (and far more impeccably gorgeous than you would). Just give us the engine.
How else will you get that gorgeous metallic flavor that portends your teeth falling out?
I’ll never get the vague vinegar stains out of my hand
Imagine getting fitted with body armor suited for a different body type and having to just deal with it when rounds are coming at you. Yeah, we need a new language to make sense of non-cis people in the military, but we shouldn’t sacrifice their lives because of it.
I bet you’re in the same boat. In the interim, we use the language necessary to keep us alive and respect everyone in our crew in the process. But yeah, guys calling girls “females” outside of that is weird and definitely a red card for dating. That should be the brunt of our attention.
Just evolved enough to stop Humpty Dumpty syndrome.
Evolution is a fickle mistress. Time does not always garner intelligence. Or as pigeon would say, “coo”.
Someone knows the Master’s thesis trick.
I feel like if I could remove my connotations from the word, Cicada itself would be an awesome name.
“they make something beautiful instead of death” Agreed, but your neighbor’s kid’s fingers might not agree after that M-80
You can use it for gravel as well. I walked into a quarry recently and pretended to fall into a pile of loose gravel (but then I started covertly shoveling it into my fanny pack).
Boom. Close the zipper on that lock box while some production employees help you out of the gravel and you’ve secured 1/8500th of what you need for your new driveway. You just have to pull the grift a few more times.
They know my face at the local quarry now, though, which is problematic.
Yeah, but like, the jalapenos and cheese don’t just fit in the fanny pack after all the flour is in there. It’s rough getting by these days.
Much easier for shoplifting, yeah. Just stick a knife in the bag and inconspicuously drain it into your fanny pack while pretending to browse other baking items. Walk on out and you’ve got 1.5 lb of that all-purpose grain glitter and no one is the wiser.
Sometimes big life decisions come easy. Sometimes small life decisions come hard (no double entendre intended). As long as they’re both on the same page when it comes to commitment, hopefully the concerns you mentioned don’t apply to them and we can feel happy about it as a third-party spectator.
Real Psychologists: “Brains are weird, yo.”