No no no. You don’t get it. The turd is turning into a werewolf mid-shit.

Tbh, everytime i see soulless corporations trying to look more amicable like this, the only thing that comes to mind is “✨some pretty colors aren’t going to erase your sins✨” said in the most cutesy voice imaginable.

Don’t give me ideas… I love spicy stuff, and it has been a pretty good deterrent in of itself from having my foodstuffs stolen. So two birds with one stone…

amphotericity is some weird shit, so yes. Water also an acid. (100% butchered the translation)

It’s so hot outside even the birb’s melting

Yeah, but they can’t get you to scroll through all the ads if they don’t water it down to hell.

I remember solving something similar using an opaque bottle with “GI supplements, don’t drink” written in sharpie. Especially since the first time it was actually true and they didn’t believe the warning.

Backwards. It will put it back in instead of making it come out.

Also, maybe pay attention to adjectives!

… I’m sorry but could you elaborate? English isn’t my first language, so the problem is genuinely flying over my head.

I mean, i think a video call works just as well, but you do you.

An sycophant assistant who makes shit up just to keep you happy.

Who says that man doesn’t carry out that function?

I mean, i think this is a pretty shared feeling in both men and women. No use is fragmentating hatred.

2003 fiat doblo and 1990 fiat uno. Two tanks, one of which i’ve managed to keep going myself. they’re some of the best i’ve driven (not like that says mutch…)

Why did stellantis have to destroy fiat?

My microwave is so old the hum of the transformer is louder than the worn out bell that signals when it’s done. Eventually i’ll pillage the transformer out of another one to keep it going. I refuse to lose the mechanical dials that are on it.

Quick question, what suite are you using on mobile? Haven’t managed to find mutch open source stuff to edit word documents.

Basically that phone was a continuous hand me down. My dad, a construction worker, bought it for himself, hence the cement mixer. Then, he managed to get a phone plan with insurance, so if it broke at work he wouldn’t have to pay for another phone. And the s5 got handed over to my mom. Where the pasta sauce happened.

Last. It got handed to me. A wee kid that was starting to dabble into the deeper side of IT. And thats were the rooting came from.

That phone is a trooper. And i genuinely miss when phones were not as fragile as tissue paper.

Someone forgot an equation for the projectile motion.

Galaxy s5. That phone fell twice in boiling pasta sauce, survived falling in a cement mixer. And managed to not get corrupted by 13 y.o. me rooting a phone for the fist time. No replacements parts other than a new battery. It still fucking runs.

It’s a logarithmic scale.