

…and making molotovs is easy, from what I hear.


…and making molotovs is easy, from what I hear.
I tried it. All it did was up my heart rate. Doc prescribed it as an appetite suppressant. It did fuck all for me in that regard.


My job switched over to a 4-10 schedule! Four days a week, ten hour days. It means every weekend is a three-day weekend!


Even if I focus on the song in my head it’ll be there all day.


I can only imagine.


The one halfway decent ISP in this country falls to enshitification. Not looking forward to my bill increasing and the service degrading.


For you.


I was under the impression it has something to do with blood flow/pressure in the area.


I wasn’t aware we were allowing shitposts here.
Beans, beans They’re a hit. The more you eat, The more you shit!
Of course it didn’t. Nobody cares and I can’t for the life of me fathom why.


There are a stupidly surprising number of fascists in this town. I blame Governor Hot Wheels.


I still see a lot of ‘em here in Austin.


Except the RAM that’s getting made for AI bullshit isn’t regular DDR5 sticks. It’s useless in a regular PC.


No, assholes, you’re helping yourselves. You’re a company, you go where the money is. It’s never about helping the customer.


My character is Lyn Burza, Air Genasi Storm Sorcerer 5/Tempest Cleric 4. Although at this point in the campaign we’ve magically swapped bodies with each other, and I’m in the body of Marcello Vittori, Human Fighter 2/ Hexblade Warlock 7. It’s certainly been different than I’m used to, but having played Baldur’s Gate III I fully understand the ‘Eldritch Blast everything’ play style.


Having a board game day with most of my D&D group. We all have some unexpected free time so we’re basically just gonna get together and hang out, play some board games, and chat. I’m really looking forward to it.
Well, when the man is a fucking Nazi it turns out he isn’t deserving of considerations regarding his disability. He isn’t worth the air he breathes, either.