They’re much less irritating to your skin. Disposable razor commercials sold the world on the idea that more blades=closer and smoother shave; when in reality they can really tear up your face and leave razor bumps and ingrown hairs.

Wait till we tell you about our crescent rolls.

No, their fan-fiction.

Origin story? I… It’s a fucking mascot, like the most tone-deaf generic mascot imaginable conceived of by a company that could not possibly give half a damn about humanity; and that’s what made Vault-Boy perfect. There is no additional cont xt necessary.

Anyways, that’s enough about your Mother-in-law.

A fuckwad even.

“So when does the ride start?”

“This is the ride!”

:(

:D

I have seen no indication that he had left the service, every report I have seen thus far has indicated that he was an active member of the US Army reserve serving as Sergeant First Class assigned to the 3rd Battalion, 304th Infantry Regiments in Saco, Maine.

BFWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

My own two cents, I spent a good chunk of my childhood in the middle of nowhere Georgia, and have actively suppressed Southern-isms in my vernacular. I associate it with a time in my life where I was at the whims of people whom had neither my best interests or even their own at heart; trapped within a culture that promoted ignorance and blind fanatical devotion to evangelical hucksters. I can appreciate that this experience may not ring true for everyone from the south, and that there are plenty of southerners that don’t conform to outdated values.

Nonetheless, I can’t say I’ll be sad to see it go.

Weren’t the anniversary texture packs (or special edition, forge when they got introduced) so poorly optimized most guides reccomend against using them over moder developed ones? Been awhile since I’ve modded akyrim, could be thinking of Fallout 4.

Streety-McStreetFace

Ironically, it’s at least in part because Venice is slowly drowning.

Some of those who work forces.

Little lost capybaras

Yo-ho-ho matey.

Imagine being such a good writer/animator/voice actor you can recontextualize a name traditionally associated with a mighty hunter/monarch into a being that of a dingus that keeps being outsmarted by a wisecracking rabbit with a new York accent.

A motorcycle. A fucking Motorcycle? A motorcycle. Huh.

This is so ridiculous, never in my life before have even been remotely interested in owning or riding a motorcycle.

I don’t know what’s changed in the past couple of months, but I have this newfound adoration of the machinery and engineering in bikes; the minutia of deliberate and considered intent involved in their design is fascinating to me, in a way cars never have been. For the first time in my life I’m learning about vehicular construction, maintenance, and and performance; because it’s finally interesting to me. They way various mechanical components work in tandem to perform what is an objectively ludicrous and exhilarating experience, in sometimes impossible terrain

Not to mention a fascination with traveling the lost highways of America; instilled in no small part from watching Mr. Noah gervais’ remarkable travel videos in which his nostalgic observations about a way of life that doesn’t exist anymore shines across a canvas of the most some of the most beautiful landscapes and forgotten stories hidden in plain sight by a society that is hurdling towards a dystopic privatized hellscape wherein genuine experience is abandoned for superficiality and serfdom. https://youtube.com/@broadcaststsatic

I’ve discovered I have a deep yearning to explore the world around me, and to journey across the horizon to all the places I haven’t seen. Without barriers or filters, to step outside the artificial social constructs that dictate so much of our life decisions and see what they’ve painted over.

A lot of romanticized bullshit for the fastest way to die on two wheels I guess; but that’s what the idea of a bike feels to me. Looking to schedule an MSF class this weekend.

It’s so good to be home T_T

That’s not what the guy at the store said when he sold me this sword. /s