Do you want a ghola? I can get you a ghola, there are ways Leto, you don’t want know.
Do you want a ghola? I can get you a ghola, there are ways Leto, you don’t want know.
Conversely, let’s spare a thought to all those mooks that sterilized themselves saving the rest of us an entire generation of kids raised by the above.
I don’t have the time to play many games now but I recently bought Dirt 5 for my arcade fix and Dirt Rally 2 for my sim fix. I’ve always loved rally games.
And yeah, still super close with one of those guys. When I can find the time, we spend our time playing Day Z, Arma Reforger, Sea of Thieves. He plays Forza, but I’m trying to get gud at DR2 before getting him into it so I can win at least a handful of games first.
Oh man. We had just gotten a PS1 and Need for Speed. We lived in a little apartment over a beer store. Friday night would come and we’d spend the entire weekend racing each other and drinking way too much. We’d let the loser of the race stay on and the winner would sit out. That way we all got practice and got really, really good. Good times.
Naked Lunch was the first book on this year’s DNF list for me. I read it years and years ago but I just couldn’t do it this go around. It may be a good ecmxcusecto re-watch the movie though.
I just remembered Pontypool and was coming here to say exactly this. So good. Have you listened to the radio drama? It’s really good too. It adds another layer as it’s, well, on the radio.
To laugh at the absurdity of it all.
And if you ask Vonnegut; to fart around.
Then why does he keep calling me Mok?
I like that it’s small and that most people are kind.
I dislike that when there’s a wave of reddit refugees it gets kind of gross for a bit till they either calm down or leave.
Also, beans and moths. But I’m not going to say if I like or dislike them, or one over the other.
Any more dimensions and he’ll have to take off a shoe to keep count.
Ha. He earned his 2.5 hour round trip then. And honestly, had he pulled out another, $200 I’d have told him fuck off.
I was selling a saw. Pretty good one, compound mitre, slider, 12" blade, and a really nice stand. I don’t remember what I wad asking, but it was fair. Let’s say $500 for the sake of the story. Dude gets in touch, asks a couple of questions, and says yeah, he’ll take it for that price. Day comes, he shows up and checks it out. I have it set up and we cut a couple of boards to show him it’s all square and good.
He says cool, here’s $300.
I say, yeah, uh, we said 5. I’m selling it for 5. Not 3.
He looks at me deadpan and says this is all I brought.
I say well, I’m selling it for 5.
He looks at me and says I drove all the way from *city about an hour away on a good day with no traffic.
I look back at him and say Huh. I bet you wish you hadn’t done that.
He just kind of stands there looking at his shoes while I pack the saw back up and he sort of sulks off.
Why does this seem so much grosser than just a public pool? Like, same water, same people, same everything but it just seems like there way more petri dish vibes here.