My father frequently used “That’s low on the scrotum pole” for an issue he didn’t care about. I’ve been thinking about this for a terrifyingly long time.
Draw faces, and have them positioned by importance.
My father frequently used “That’s low on the scrotum pole” for an issue he didn’t care about. I’ve been thinking about this for a terrifyingly long time.
Draw faces, and have them positioned by importance.
You know he’s never going to give it to you.
Embrace the Rot by Endless Tavern.
Their fault for being more edible than the rest. Get less tasty, maybe you’ll get a better name!
Just avoid Australia, you’ll be fine.
“Can’t expect me to train my replacement if I don’t remember how I did it!”
Just the one turtle. Well, at least per world. I guess two, it you drop off the edge while they’re mating.
And there’s four elephants down there, too.
Do we mean spray it with some form of perfume, or turn it into a scent?
Cause I feel like the latter is somewhere in the background of the movie “Perfume”.
This is what happens when you take things away. Used to be you’d just levitate yourself wherever you needed to go.
Then there’s Fallout. Who needs horses? Courier can carry themself and 400 pounds of Sunset Sarsaparilla up a damn near vertical cliff face if you do the side-to-side.
Instead of global warming, we shoulda patrolled the Mojave.
Not with Trek, but I’m a former stagehand and I’ve done amateur stagework. Spent a lotta time building and maintaining sets and props. I’ve been there.
You’re backstage, you’ve got how everything should look memorized, it’s all set up, and for a moment, while it’s just you and that dry run, you forget yourself. You’re a part of the show.
Eventually you step back, remember it’s all fake. You notice the little flaws, notice the floor isn’t just right under your feet. You were tired, trying to get something done. A lapse.
I genuinely believe in the magic of the stage. Not in the sense of a spell, but of the ritual. No matter if it’s on a screen, or in person, if you do it right, we let go. For a moment, we forget our world and step into another.
My friend, do yourself a favor and invest in a proper grinder. You can find pocket grinders with a kief catch for like $15. That catch will be your friend during the hard times. Let it build until you need it, and never clean that shit unless it is into your apparatus of choice.
ETA: Clean the grinder teeth, not the catch. Just knock it into the catch with a toothbrush before you do. Sometimes you can scrape some extra goodness up, but it sucks using a gummed grinder. Should be able to grind in one smooth motion, not too much resistance.
They update the graphics, make the monetization more aggressive, and I think crypto got involved at some point, but the gameplay stays the exact same.
Mobile market.
Think they’re up to like Farmville 4 at this point.
Certain beans, too, for me. Mainly the really meaty ones. I like the taste, but once I bite in and that texture hits my tongue, I can’t do it. I have tried so many times.
What’s really weird to me is that I don’t hate bean paste. Like, you offer me a snack with red bean paste? I’m all over it. Not even a second thought.
My first memories are traumatic!
Actually, a number of my childhood memories are the traumatic ones… Fuck.
I feel that last one, so hard.
I had access to extra time and all that for maths, which I have always struggled with learning. I never felt justified in using them, told myself I was just dumb, not trying hard enough to learn. It didn’t matter that I was losing sleep, and still not improving, there was something I could somehow magically fix if I just kept pushing myself through the rock in my way.
“Does not get mashed on fermented berries”.
I’ll have you know that when I was lost and low on fuel, I managed to land on an absolute shit hole of a backwater, barely a sentient being in sight, but those berries?
They got me home. Always fly X-Wing. Runs on anything.
Did you use a particular finish on the amaranth, or are you going to let it naturally shift?
It’s all absolutely gorgeous, by the way!
If it exists, there’s going to be a “sexy” costume. This is just the standard.
If you want to see the bottom of the barrel in creativity, step into your local Halloween store, where everything will be reduced to “show tits”.