You’d be amazed how many people learn the hard way that they first need to head to a separate store to buy a gas container, then head to the gas station. Most places could care less about keeping a container on premises because it is both a rare situation these days, and storage is at a premium in most stores. If you saw the back room or manager’s office, you would see the floor-to-ceiling stacks of inventory (usually drinks or tobacco products).
You didn’t want to mate with that mantis anyway, trust me, bro. I’ve got your back.
Damn you and your mouth-watering memory inducers!
Some classics are good enough to read. The problem is in forcing kids to try to do in-depth analysis. Even Charles Dickens or Charlotte Bronte isn’t all that bad to read, until you are squinting at every third word and wondering if this could mean something in the context of the whole book and just maybe you can write about it well enough in your stupid journal that you really want a B in so your parents don’t whip you with the belt again.
I mean, true heat death would also imply that even your body is spent. No neurons will be able to fire. No brain activity. You won’t be any different than dead.
All the others are just posing. Goofy is for life.
Yeah, that’s the part that always gets downplayed in these ‘homeowner revenge’ stories. HOAs can really fuck you over. Sometimes they get bankrupted in a lawsuit, sometimes you lose your sanity and your home.
Skating’s rad. Longboarding is sweet. Rollerblading is tiiiiight, yo.
Just get the protectors and you’ll be fine. Elbows, knees, helmet, wrist guard, and (depending on your age, if you’re older than 12 you’ll want) ankle reinforcement. If you really want to go all out, hip, back, and tailbone pads are cheap and still not constricting. Are you going to look goofy? Sure. Is everybody else just as goofy? They’re wearing clothes, aren’t they? Of course they’re goofy. Just make sure the helmet covers the parts of the head that are going to get hit, not just the top.
It sort of looks like the little guy is wearing a turtleneck over his mouth.
…wait, turtleneck? Oh god, look again, now it’s wearing the shell of a koopa that’s been cut in half!
Maybe, but doors scare me.
Replace the background with the Sierra logo and you’d complete the 80s-90s kid nostalgia.
It’s okay, we’re in this together. Though, my rig runs just about everything at medium graphics without issue. Elden ring ran on high settings without dropping my frames to a noticeable level.
I’d love an open world Icewind Dale. A really, really complicated, dense open world with true mountain exploring and ice plain pain. Or, shoot, let’s have an occult mystery in the city of Brass (Bronze? It’s been too long, don’t judge me).
I once found a donkey. It was as desperate for attention as I was to not be working at the moment. Things worked out.
Look up the CCPgrey video about who holds the keys to the kingdom. Napoleon wasn’t necessarily being dismissive when he called England a nation of merchants. They were very good at organizing power structures in ways that benefited them.
I can’t wait for the inevitable r34 comments about how you feed this monstrosity.
There, there, buddy. You don’t have to listen to all the hate. Just screen the hate from your life. Put a big ole metal grating in front of the flow of pejoratives and catch them before they hit your brain space.
Think of the children!
I’ll believe they’re thinking of the children when they use that phrase to make laws that agree with the environmental groups and governing bodies.
Interestingly, it was an accidental feature. The original patent application makes no mention of it, but 9 years later they added language about it camming out to the second patent application. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cam_out
I can’t remember the name of the book now, but in high school we read a ‘true’ story of child abuse. I’m sure it was edited to both tone down and turn up certain elements, but it was pretty much a brutal shock to people who are mostly from decent families that love them. Whether the kids were rich, poor, or middle class in my school, just about everyone there could at least return home to parents that didn’t commit those horrors.
I remember the diapers, the exposure to the elements, and the way the other children were pitted against the abused kid, and honestly? It was the emotional abuse that was the worst to read.