Nice try, boss.

Look at moneybags here, who can afford their own carpet

I didn’t know PNG ever went away. I’m using em all the time.

Kazakhstan, after finally securing access to the oceans: Just according to keikaku.

TIL I’ve been 30 since I was 20. Always hated clubs.

Sorry, I only care about the space aliens that are not people.

You know all those scenes where Kira was sitting on a chair but Odo was nowhere to be seen?

He was there.

Childless man here, I work mostly remotely.

I don’t miss any sense of community.

The relevant question is: who is it that wants to drone-bomb all the bicycles and traffic lights that I’m being asked about in these?

Drama is pretty great, when it’s happening a safe distance away but still within viewing distance.

If you subscribe to the idea that the transporter is a murder machine that kills the entity being transported only to reassemble a new one at the other end, would that mean that all you’d be doing is making more copies of the snail?

Hold on…

Shouldn’t the “ur” one be tomato, cheese and beef instead of just tomato and beef?

I wait for them to be regurgitated until they end up youtube or lemmy.

Don’t do time, kids; it’s a slippery slope.

If you spend one second, you’ll suddenly find yourself spending another second, and another, and another… And before you know it, you’ve spent a whole minute. And when that’s not enough, you start spending hours, days, weeks, years…

They draw blind straws every week on who has to be the murderer.

You can’t just open up with that and not share some leptopoma perlucidum facts.

> mfw I live in Walkable city
> want to walk around in it
> walkway is a fucking tiny narrow corridor of concrete
> be forced to walk between congested car traffic and escooters, with no pedestrian crossings anywhere
> get run over by some clueless skateboarder

In a university there was a lab. And in this lab there lived a postdoc. One day in the third month of their the postdoc heard a rap on their door. It was the professor! They said the postdoc would soon be approached by 12 undergrads, and…

<300 pages of worldbuilding later>

“You must take the samples! And throw them into the synchrotron! I am too old and burnt out to do it!” pleaded the old postdoc to the phd student.

<500 pages of more worldbuilding>

“I did the testing, but the results are not meant for me. I must now travel to the West, into the Private Sector.” said the PhD at their graduation party.

I hear they also launched a beagle at Mars about a decadetwo decades oh good I feel old ago, but it died on impact.

#holy #hashtag #batman