Absolutely not. Immediately trade that shit in. Uh uh. No. Fuck off. Keep fucking off. Fuck off some more. Fuck off until you’ve circumnavigated the globe then fuck off again.
Not just not but hell no.
Absolutely not. Immediately trade that shit in. Uh uh. No. Fuck off. Keep fucking off. Fuck off some more. Fuck off until you’ve circumnavigated the globe then fuck off again.
Not just not but hell no.
No. Never. Not once in life.
Their yard. Their house. Their shit.
Mind your own business.
This shit better be opt-in.
I rarely dream. But when I do, it’s deleted from my RAM about 10 seconds after I wake up.
Super fun to wake up sweating buckets absolutely pants shitting terrified and by the time it registers where you are and that you’re safe it’s completely gone.
A lot. Lately tho I’m bouncing between The Offspring, Kenshi Yonezu, and Powerwolf.
Youtube. I just watch YouTube.
“Not a dating simulator”
Clearly these dorks don’t play Classic. Not back in the day and not now.
Sorcery.
You must commune with the machine spirit.
Youtube. It’s roughly 20 years old.
Step 1. Fire Boeing.
Step 2. Fucking FUND NASA.
Step 3. NASA builds space stuff that works.
I am a stupid end user. But I’ve never found an instance where I needed male to male cords.
Work is work. It deserves every bit of respect and protection as anything else.
8th Grade. When I got access to the internet.
Jailbreak it and sideload some WADs.