kill -15

Terminate normally if possible.

Reginald, The Fingerless Mittens!

I mean, I get what you’re going at, but she does hold a PhD in cultural studies, and she did put in a lot of effort to get in. It’s very possible, too, that, in an arena so different than what she’s used to, she choked. A lot of the hate goes above and beyond with death threats and claims she should kill herself, and nobody deserves that.

For how goofy it was, and the memes that have come from it, she’s earned my respect and thanks for bringing a little, albeit unintentional, joy to my life.

Either way the answer is “yes”

Woodrow Wilson already did this after WWI, and is kinda the figurehead behind a lot of toxic American “we’re the best, so you all should be like us” nationalism.

You’re going to spend all that time photo shopping a woman with beans in her hair, but you’re not going to use a still of Anne Margaret from the movie “Tommy”? The only woman to look hot while covered in beans, chocolate, and soap simultaneously? You primate!?!?

Barney Hopps

They do. You pay extra for it. You have to have apache or a web server configured for it, and a lot of space. Source: I configured one like 4 years ago.

Narcissism defined.

The one thing these games have in common…

… Is Matt Turk.

Resonance by Odyssey starts playing

God, I’d love to see the American variant of this for New Jersey Diners

When I was

Open up a pack and letmepourinthemilk

Go back to my dealer and get more

Munchamuhcoochie

That’s what it’s there to do! It’s like asking “Did the door bell ring, or did someone hit the door bell button?”

Ok, the question is: What would each distro taste like?

RedHat: A dark roast, bitter but caffeinated. You curse with each sip and can’t stop drinking it. You also pay the barista to tell you how to hold the mug.

A quick Google search of “Mexican Restaurants in Tokyo” brought up over 30 results in Tokyo. Hell, the other day I was watching the original Iron Chef from the 90s, and they brought in a Japanese Mexican Chef as a challenger.

Oooh, pie!

I hope Billy remembers mine…