

There’s a movie where the president (actually a decoy) fakes a stroke during a speech to Congress.
Seer of the tapes! Knower of the episodes!


There’s a movie where the president (actually a decoy) fakes a stroke during a speech to Congress.
252.6 hours played, last played October 2024.
It’s enjoyable, but I’ve never been really engaged with it. There’s no progression, I don’t feel like my character, equipment, or ships are getting better even though I’m upgrading things. No planet is special, even though they’re all unique.
I think it would be better if you started out in a “settled” region with interesting factions, hand-designed planets, optional quest lines, etc. The infinite procedurally generated stuff would come into play if you push beyond the edges of known space.


I’m assuming the answer was wrong, but as a non-musician I don’t see it.


There is no such thing as an innocent billionaire.


Yet Trump can declassify documents by thought alone.


“I have too much self respect and dignity, love my family way too much, and do not want my sweet district to have to endure a hurtful and hateful primary against me by the President we all fought for, only to fight and win my election while Republicans will likely lose the midterms,” she wrote in a statement.
She could just not run for re-election if that’s what she’s actually worried about. Resigning early doesn’t make sense.
What, no avocado toast?
So… it’s an order, then?


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Bill Nyehilism is for me.


Hard to think of anything more useless than a bitcoin “mine”.


Depending on what counts as a “magnet”, the loss of magnetism could destroy the universe.


You have died from dysentery.
And stop sighing so much.
For soon, the quivering mass of life within me will depend on us both. Even now, I can sense it feeding, squirming, searching, questing. And shortly, it will rend my loins in twain, burst forth and pull us down, down, down into the deep, dark waters of commitment.


But not small ones.
Only people who live in the country.


Yes. My mom called it “hugging hands”. I don’t remember when we stopped doing it, but it was probably when I was around 6 or 7 years old.
Also, the census doesn’t only count citizens.
Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one.
I’d like Weyoun right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Cardassia with all the other Cardies, and I want him brought right here! With a big ribbon on his head! I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! HALLELUJAH! HOLY SHIT! Where’s the hypospray?