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I think the funnest one is “ Spice, all = WOKE”, like damn…. All spices in the world?
I think the funnest one is “ Spice, all = WOKE”, like damn…. All spices in the world?
Feel the same way, smoke weed every day. I just don’t want to contribute to such a shit world. Doesn’t help I live in FL. Been trying to get out of this state for awhile now but it’s just so expensive to just live let alone move.
Or you could do what one person I knew did, just used Newegg pc building, didn’t short anything and just added the first thing on the list. Then had them build it. It was just when am5 came out. Some crazy Eatx mobo and cpu with a 3060, would always blue screen.
The most important things in the world to you could be here one day, perfectly happy and healthy, and the next day gone. The weight of discovery and their limp body.
Every time I would see someone acting in movies I used to think, that’s a bit of an over reaction. No it’s not. When you see a movie and the reaction seems a bit over the top, it’s not.
FL, US. So that comes with its own stack of shit. Three seasons here: Summer 95f(35c), not summer 70f(21c) and hurricane. I’ve only ever lived here but I’ve been on winter vacations and I’m just not good in the cold. The only thing that really separates the seasons here is the cities put lights on the palm trees. You can always spot the tourists during winter too, locals dress like it’s snowing if it’s at all close to 60f(15c) myself included.
Either I don’t remember my dreams or I don’t dream. Last dream I had was when I was like 8 and I still remember it 26 years later. Sleep for me is like sleep in Skyrim. Close eyes. Try not to think about anything, blackness then like a snap I’m awake again. Even my train of thought just picks pack up from before I fell asleep.
I will say that the one dream I remember was in 1st person.
Why was my dick a gas pump nozzle…
Body, one use. Then it’s on hand duty until next towel takes its place.
Right out of high school I got a job as a mechanic, something I loved doing as a hobby before and got real good at. It’s the customer, it’s like doing family IT work. “You changed my oil 4 months ago and now one of my headlights won’t work”. Between that sending out vehicles that declined a bunch of work. I swear we only held one plumbers van because it was so unsafe.
I still love working on my own cars. However I’ve refused to touch any family members or friends vehicles. Not worth it.
I simply don’t won’t to carry on without them. There is more to it but that’s most of it. All I have are boxes of aches now.
Usa, FL. $120/month for AT&T gigabytes fiber. Tho best I’ve seen is like 900mbps both ways.
Step one, get CRT, step two play YouTube videos of 80s/90s commercials. Infinite nostalgia.
I’m not worried at all. I look forward to our AGI overlords.
I’m just horny and lazy and more so one then the other atm.
Moving from FL soon. Fuck this place. Even just as a ally I can’t stand being surrounded by crazy gator fucking bigots. Now I’m born and raised in FL so I like a good gator pussy as much as any FL, but this my point stands.
Kinda? I use to like to make art (graffiti) in the most hidden places around work. Sticky note smiley faces in the ceiling. Jokes and killroys in sharpie anywhere I could get them and still be hard to find. I’m sure I wasted more time messing around with it than any actual materials.