And Dr Ruth. That lady was such a charming little horn dog.
And Dr Ruth. That lady was such a charming little horn dog.
Those song titles collectively sing “I’m still a stalker.”
One of my favorites - I’m crossing the street as a pedestrian, a car waiting to turn is waiting for me to get across, and everyone behind them (who still have a clear view of me) are honking at them for not going.
The more they honk, the slower I walk.
I host a handful of Internet facing sites/applications from my NAS and have had no issues. Just make sure you know how to configure your firewall correctly and you’ll be fine.
Are those roots fair game? I feel like a princess could have those taken care of.
Oh man that little jingle hasn’t gone through my head in ages. Think I just sprouted a couple new grey hairs in the beard.
Just an edgy response to “I can’t be bothered to learn my own language properly.”
Ah, I gotcha. Thanks for clearing that up for me.
So how does Steam tell their own users’ usernames apart if they’re mostly duplicates? Something smells like bullshit.
There’s another nifty little container called qbittorrent-natmap that will take care of that for you.
Never underestimate the depths of my shame.
That man is insane in a most delightful way.
Can’t speak for other countries but in the US this is horse shit.
Textiles really just rub you the wrong way, don’t they?
I’d wager that the love of nature is not something a fair amount of Everest climbers give two shits about, or at the very least it’s nowhere near the “photo op” that’s at the top of their list of priorities.
As much as permits and stuff cost to summit Everest, we’re talking about people who have the kind of fuck-you-money that they’d probably just pay the fine rather than risk being seen doing any sort of domestic labor like trash picking.
This is why I run a browser plugin that hides the comment section on YouTube. There are rarely signs of intelligent life there, so I doubt I’m missing much.
I bet you’re every comedian’s favorite heckler at the comedy club.
It’s a joke, not a cock - don’t take it so deep. If it’s not funny, glance over it and move on. Like Don Quixote tilting at mediocrely humored windmills.
Well now that we’ve thoroughly analyzed the joke to death…
I too enjoy going off my meds for the weekend.