He seems more reasonable by the day.

More like Columbia, where the issue is detected and they bring it home anyway and it breaks up on reentry.

Money me, money now. Me a money, needing a lot now.

No, just my time. And friends.

Things like FOSS stuff makes you think people can organize and work together freely to achieve a common goal, and maybe anarchy could work. But then, you see a busy intersection when the traffic lights go out and you realize the general public are idiots and everything devolves into selfish chaos as you’re stuck a half mile back, as cars shoot through in no particular order and you inch closer to the madness terrified to make your left turn. I have zero trust in society without some form of rule and order.

The PS2 was my newest console until I got a Switch this year. If I could experience Fallout 3 on a PS3 like I did one time in college, I’d probably still be blown away.

How is babby formed?

Ok, I have a few.

Potato and onion pierogies and maple syrup. So good.

Hot chocolate and buttered toast. Dip it.

Pizza with Mike’s Hot Honey. Maybe that’s not too weird, there’s a pizza place around here that offers that.

McDonald’s pancakes with an ice cream sundae dumped on them.

What did Red Lobster do?

I miss 3.5.

I’m glad this has been preserved.

Thank you!

Thanks! Maybe you need to get another one.

Thanks! It is a pretty comfy seat. And I suppose if I changed it to white, the handlebar grips won’t match. It’s a slippery slope!

A blood sacrifice to the Musk.

Oh, don’t worry. Gramps was already retired when he got it. I’m in my late 30’s.

What if they made it?

For sure, most of them are crossovers. And get decent gas mileage compared to real SUVs. When I was a kid, an SUV was like, an Explorer. Or a Tahoe. My unibody Equinox is basically just a tall station wagon. I’d say my Traverse might border on SUV with its AWD and towing package, but it is still a unibody and has a limited towing capacity. And it gets at least as good of mileage as my old Pontiac G6 that it replaced.

Problem is you still get dirty. And have to be outside.

I like reading Google reviews for strip clubs in Detroit. There are some fantastic ones. One memorable review simply stated “Stripper farted on me.” One star.