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!

Yeah, warlocks are just cutthroat clerics with off-market gods. If each of them had enough magical power to fuel another warlock’s power, they wouldn’t need to be a warlock at all.

“Silence 2: This Time It’s Quieter”?

Is that anything?

Liz would have had one less son faster than Chuck’s neurons could’ve fired while trying to conceive of matri/regicide. Him sitting quietly was probably self-preservation.

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 tells me that even he knows his candle’s sputtering out. I just hope he’s snuffed soon; it’d make a wonderful Christmas gift.

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

Did they go through the effort to exhume any of those Black soldiers’ corpses for next-of-kin? Seems like those Union soldiers agreed with the Confederates, that he shouldn’t be buried alongside Black men.

It feels a bit bitter that even the “allies” you’re fighting alongside only seem to disagree with your enemies about degrees, not content.

Looks like Julia.

Edit: oh…you probably meant Kojima. He does video games.

What kinda “friendship” requires yearly appeasement? Y’all out here getting bullied and pretending they’re besties.

I think non-consensually modifying people’s bodies (and minds, because who knows how a human mind maps on to a dinosaur brain) is pretty top-shelf villainy. People have body dysmorphia over body shapes human normally have. Toss on leathery skin or scales, and people will be offing themselves if there’s no fix.

I don’t think he’s getting consent…

At least Kanye West’s lack of awareness stems from him refusing to take medication to stabilize himself (on top of being a petty bitch who’ll die on any hill he’s standing on, even if he found himself there unintentionally).

Taylor Swift is just milquetoast, “I don’t understand why the poors are complaining” rich apparently.

Holy fuck, yeah, she’s near 40. I’m near 40.

This reframing has destabilised me.

That’s because you’re still poor enough to be acquainted with the idea of paying for things. When you’re rich enough, you just acquire things with the assumption that someone who works for you will do the nerdshit fix the numbers so people won’t bother you later by asking for more (or any) payment.

I’m presuming that the “scare” is that you didn’t give it location perms? Although that looks like Snapchat, which I remember having location perms.

This isn’t new. People keep asking celebrities about things they have no expertise on, and politicians have been more celebrity than political servant for a long time it seems.

I don’t care about Ariana Grande’s opinion on the Trump administration insofar as learning whether or not she’s a fascist and I don’t care what kind of music my governor thinks slaps during halftime.