As a kid I used to get so fucking worked up every time the evil Bill & Ted clones tried to swerve at that cat.

Just get people to agree to live in crowded vaults and have them sign a waver accepting any and all psychological torture performed on them. That’s a functional Fallout reality show.

Tom Segura getting fat again…

If the bombs go off near the wrong zoo, it’ll be pandamonium…

It’s disturbing how apparant this all is. Backed by all of these assholes from the very start, and now he’s going down the line chopping every last thing that held them back as though he’s splitting logs in a pile. AI regulations, gone. Any kind of oversight, gone. Okay, who next. Chevron! Thanks for your support. I knew you were smart. Everything beneath Venezuela is yours. Fuck 'em.

See also: Certain

There’s a studio version of it, but I honestly think his music is way better out in the weeds.

https://youtu.be/ptX2ilHYpCk

Either way, it’s fucking fire.

8/10 for Oliver is just outrageous, unless you’re an 87-year-old woman.

I’m in a weird position where I’m making an okay wage ($25 /hr) for not having a college education, but my wife is encouraging me to go to school full-time as a mature student to make use of my potential. I’m open to it, but I also have two kids (a 6-year-old and a 2-month-old), and at my current job I make my own schedule and have the flexibility I often need to deal with unexpected child-care issues like illness and school closures. I’m also treated very well at my job, and it’s the only job I’ve ever enjoyed going to. I haven’t felt Sunday work anxiety in years.

I know that higher education is always the answer, but I don’t know when to pull the trigger on it. As a father, there is a lot more value to my current work situation than the wage I’m making.

I also have no idea what type of career I would even pursue, and it kind of scares the shit out of me.

Just walking around in pajama pants with no shirt on…

I read your comment and started reading the article. I started feeling a little self-conscious over my liberal use of Oxford commas, as his sentence structure wasn’t that much different from mine. But then I got to my tenth fucking “, well,” and “, frankly,” and realized what you were upset about. This is, well, quite frankly, highly respectable journalism.

I change my towel when it starts making me stink again right after a shower.

Weird to see Caius Cosades so far outside of Balmora…

Imagine you and your hunting party are gathered around a fire roasting marshmallows, but you accidentally grabbed that stick…

https://youtube.com/shorts/i9uy7CTpku4

Ahh, fhe Daedric Prince of Madness himself.

Yeah, it kind of makes her look like both a bitch and a burglar.

Hosting is half of it, but the user-submitted section is a thriving social ecosystem. It’s a lot like reddit or Lemmy, but all submissions are image-based only with sizable comment sections attached like anywhere else. I was very involved there 12 years back and enjoyed it quite a lot. I tried really hard to earn my green (highest karma) badge, but I believe I got second or third highest before running out of steam. You had a profile full of badges and stuff, and users actually valued karma there, unlike on reddit or Lemmy.

But the mood changed other time and it became a hub for bullshit, sob stories and very tired, very played-out jokes. Then the eventual UI changes drove the nail in the coffin and I found it unusable.

Despite being the same lovely woman, I am infinitely more attracted to her in the horizontal stripes.

There is one particular park in my city that my kid loves to play at. It’s by far the most elaborate and impressive, so it’s hard to avoid going there sometimes. But whenever we go, my wife and I often encounter a very, very chatty older Polish guy who has lived an exhilarating life of travel, mountain climbing, and spelunking.

His adventures were interesting to hear about the first time we encountered him. But now every time we run into him he spends the better part of an hour just overwhelming us with tales of his adventures with mild occasional racism peppered throughout, with very few (if any) openings to speak or change the subject. You can only say, “Oh, wow.”, “Really?”, “Woah, that’s crazy…”, and “Wow, I didn’t know that…” so many times before it takes a heavy toll on your body and mind.

There is no off-ramp with the Polish Adventurer. He is there to climb you.

dies

God: “Timmy… Exactly how many chili dogs do you eat a day?”