Never speak to me again
Never speak to me again
Yeah, what’s her problem? She’s got, like, two other kids.
That’s a goosefish.
No, Red killed and ate his wife.
Imagine tanks full of highly volatile combustible fluids on fire in the middle of the ocean 🫨
Don’t Google “Comic Sans.”
Anyway, that typeface was released in 1994, so not childhood for everybody.
No; I am the evil clone.
I interviewed a candidate this morning and kept a running gag going through the whole hour. Both he and my shadow interviewer seemed to appreciate my attempt to keep the process light-hearted.
Why stop there? Anyone that requires any help of any kind from any other person should be immediately executed. We’re rugged individualists, not a bunch of socialist pussies!
Paywall.
No need to imagine, I’ve done it myself!
Are you the wasp whisperer? The wasperer?
Yeah, because the software for all the instruments is only available for Windows.
And I’ve had a wasp sting me just because I deserve to get fucked, I suppose. It just flew up, landed on my hand, sting me, then fucked off back to whichever circle of hell whence it emerged. There were dozens of other people around, but the allergic teenager was the only one who needed to have their weekend ruined.
I don’t like wanting to eat myself constantly