I’m guessing that’s the real context behind the picture, eh? Otherwise why would you bare your feet when it is apparently cold enough to be very well bundled up?
I’m guessing that’s the real context behind the picture, eh? Otherwise why would you bare your feet when it is apparently cold enough to be very well bundled up?
I remember one (snapchat maybe?) that couldn’t block it so it just alerted the other person you took the screenshot. Maybe it’s changed in a decade.
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I didn’t know Torr was deprecated… For some reason that was always the number for STP I could remember in physics.
This is why you have to introduce the concepts of mimics or demons that have access to change shape. Otherwise the party always frees the chained up maiden in the dungeon without asking any questions. Alternatively, if there is a rogue, you don’t have to worry. They’ll try their best to convince the others that they’ll get xp for stabbing the prisoner.
I mean, supposedly some lightsabers were built in a cave. They probably used whatever was on hand, and I’m thinking screws are more common in rubbish strewn pits and rankor caves than welding machines.
But it can be done! https://media.tenor.com/3dnzk_8PqwoAAAAM/dumb-and-dumber-jim-carrey.gif
Well now the original premise is being changed… Don’t take away dragonrider’s potential future with tridecanonillion dollars! Sextillion is also a very fun word to say in the halls of power.
Oh, that reminds me. If I book a flight on christmas, maybe I’ll get the TSA present.
I mean, dragonrider thinks that people will have a billion dollars, and the rich will have a trillion, but dragonrider thinks that the rich will have quadrillions by that point. Maybe dragonrider will even get to start using all those idle game terms like quintillion, or decillion.
Does anybody know the political leanings of his healthcare team after that stroke? Did they influence his fractured mind as it was healing? I wonder if ‘stroke’ is the new doublespeak word for reconditioning at a CIA black site.
/jokes for the too-serious minded.
Yep, they (almost) literally wrote the book. I found their manual super useful when trying to deal with jerk articles that only post portions of their results. I don’t care that it’s “bad practice” to post raw data, it needs to become the standard.
You found the fifth? I keep having trouble with my #10s. Sneaky little buggers.
Again, as somebody that was grown catholic, where are you getting that from?
Then, like most catholics in the wild, you don’t have much grasp of the tenets of the religion. It’s weird that I’m the only one in my family who actually remembers anything from the catechism classes, but it seems standard in my see (that I’m not a part of anymore, but when I was forced to attend mass and such) that no one has any idea of the various positions of the faith espoused by the church. Catholicism is one of the interesting christian sects because it actually has a long history of ‘reasoning’ its way to the conclusions that shape the beliefs, and its sort of sad that the average person claiming catholicism as their religion knows so little of it.
Anyway, back to the original point: No meat on Fridays has been a thing for a very long time, in the actual annals of the religion’s leaders. Go look at the council of Trent and their declarations. For the philosophy of it, read Thomas Aquinas and his (now) laughable idea: The idea that fish don’t inherit original sin because they don’t have sex. For the practical reasons, go read the NPR article that details some of the history behind it.
Um… are we talking about in Mexico? Because 40 year old virgin gave little me so many horrible thoughts.
This is why I only shake hands with feet, and use my nose to open the vagina.
And let’s not even get into whether the water molecule is the same two Hs and O that it was when it was in Hitler’s mouth. Or, holy hell, what if his water became your muscles! Which, you know, is another possibility.
It’s much healthier to cope by punching yourself in the balls (or the cunt, for others so inclined). The beautiful bliss brought by big ball busting breaks by bleary boundaries binding you to bleakness.