I’m not even going to look at the clock right now. It’s not worth it.

It’s much healthier to cope by punching yourself in the balls (or the cunt, for others so inclined). The beautiful bliss brought by big ball busting breaks by bleary boundaries binding you to bleakness.

Does anybody know the political leanings of his healthcare team after that stroke? Did they influence his fractured mind as it was healing? I wonder if ‘stroke’ is the new doublespeak word for reconditioning at a CIA black site.

Yep, they (almost) literally wrote the book. I found their manual super useful when trying to deal with jerk articles that only post portions of their results. I don’t care that it’s “bad practice” to post raw data, it needs to become the standard.

You found the fifth? I keep having trouble with my #10s. Sneaky little buggers.

I mean, the biggest issue with me for the great googlio isn’t the ads and the ai, both of which I hate, but the actual shit-infested results. It’s not removing the ads full of SEO that are posing as websites, it’s just giving you an old UI for the new 2025™ search.

Repair steps are one of the few tasks that I feel videos are better than words (and sometimes pictures). It definitely helps to see the motions they’re taking and a single capture of the location from walking up to the car (or other repairable object) all the way to looking at the part that needs fixing.

I’ve got this thing called a phone that accesses this other thing called the internet which has this other thing called a campaign website with links to these other things that the person running for office has stated in an official manner about their policies. Why the hell would I want someone to come talk to me in person, where they are going to lack information, bumble about trying to set the right tone, and take far longer to get the point across than these five words: Harris is better than Trump.

I can see it for a small, local candidate… but for the example given of the Harris campaign, the fucking presidential race? Come on, let’s be serious.

I once had a beagle that was a voracious insect killer. She would play with spiders, cockroaches, ants, etc. the same way people talk about cats playing with mice. Eventually, she would always make a mistake of pressing too hard when trapping the insect and pulling it back, and we’d have another little squish spot by the back door that needed to be cleaned.