Heck, I’m not even in the military, and I believe this. Hahah, I bet they’re gonna feel so silly when they find out I don’t know anything!
You know. When they finally get here. sits patiently, staring at the door :)
Heck, I’m not even in the military, and I believe this. Hahah, I bet they’re gonna feel so silly when they find out I don’t know anything!
You know. When they finally get here. sits patiently, staring at the door :)
Isn’t that just Ireland?
Do nothing, since an infinite number of people implies an inconceivable population overgrowth, so the best possible good for humanity is to cull the population.
Heck, you could probably go out and genocide the rest of the population that isn’t tied to the track and still not suffer any real loss. Then, you face the last true enemy: the bloodsoaked beast responsible for the deaths of untold billions- yourself.
Once you’ve slain that last creature, all of humanity that still remains will be those tied to the railroad track. The only living people will spend their entire lives knowing nothing but the track and the trolley, and the imposing fear that one day, they, too, shall be crushed under its wheels like those before them.
The only life remaining for the human race is now one of terror and eventual slaughter. There are no good outcomes to this conundrum. There are only the uncaring wheels of the trolley.
Trying to describe to someone what a sick-ass drum solo sounds like through a cappella
Twice per sexual, since you technically can’t have bisexual sex with just one partner.
Source: Am bisexual, but am also on the internet, so essentially I’m just guessing here
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Hmm…you may be right. I’ll get my Hispanic friend to run it and see if he gets the same result.
Maybe the mods can restrict it to, like…Windows Wednesday or something.
One day a week, everyone can post about leaving Windows, why Windows sucks, why Windows is gonna fail in 2024, maybe post a picture of their monitor saying “Now Uninstalling Windows,” all the good shit we’ve seen a hundred times by now.
Then, we can all get the hell on with our lives until next week.
Not only that, but if you have no choice but to buy a car with internet connectivity, these are supposed to be the kind of bells and whistles they give to at least make it SEEM like you’re not being completely taken advantage of. It’s like a double-dip. “We’re giving your car connectivity so we can sell your telemetry, AND we get to charge you for all the useful features, too!”
If it costs SO much to maintain these services, cool. I’d be happy to save the poor little car manufacturers money by buying a model that uses no connectivity whatsoever. But, for some reason, they don’t seem to want to offer that. Gee, I wonder why.
Demand more out of them, because they’ll always be looking to get more out of you.
hahaha i’m mean i’m rude i’m a fucking despicable little piece of shit 😈😈😈 what are you gonna do about it buttmunch 😈😈😈😈
I believe “tasteful” carbonara is opposite to “obscene” carbonara, which- according to every outspoken Italian person on the internet- would seem to be the kind made with bacon instead of guanciale.
Damn, me too. The second one just never quite captured the same feeling for me. Lightning in a bottle, I guess
I don’t imagine one earns the title of “yogurt scientist” by being well-adjusted
For those who don’t watch The Simpsons.
Hard to get everyone to come on-time
Yeah, I like to think I’m immune to advertising until I see one that makes me think “damn, I haven’t had Burger Restaurant in a while.” The worst part is that I’m fully cognizant of what’s happening, and yet I still want some and it’ll make me think about it for a while afterward, simply because I’m familiar with the food and how it (usually) tastes.
But, joke’s on you, Burger Restaurant! I’m fucking broke, son! Now we’re BOTH having our time wasted
Eh, I used to feel like that when I was younger. I was a pretty solid bassist, and was good enough that the people I played with at least considered me the best player they knew. It was my thing. It was what I did.
Of course, that meant I’d get all insecure and threatened when someone else claimed to be good at doing what I did. That meant I’d want to show off, because, no, no. This is my thing. This is what I do.
It’s not a good way to be. Maybe don’t be like that if you can avoid it.
It also meant I started stagnating, 'cause I didn’t think I had anything left to learn. I wasn’t good enough to be inventive, but I didn’t want to accept that I wasn’t good enough to be inventive. So, I just got frustrated and bored, and I started losing interest.
After a while, I came across Thundercat, and got a bit humbled. Then, I came across Charles Berthoud and some other YouTube bassists, and got even more humbled.
It was awesome! I was finally reminded that there was so much more to learn, and so much more room for me to grow at the thing I loved. I may never be good enough to innovate or invent a technique of my own, but so what? Being the best seems so frustrating and boring. Screw that.
As long as there’s someone better than me at the thing I love, then I know there’s more for me to learn, and learning is way more satisfying.
(But don’t lose the sense of healthy competition. Few things help you grow better than a good rivalry)