This is a no finding humor in the errors of life zone, and you’re in violation 😎
This is a no finding humor in the errors of life zone, and you’re in violation 😎
They call you friend and you know you’re getting shanked in your sleep
debian nightly release
You see a turtle, upended on the hot asphalt. As you pass it, you do not stop to help. Why is that?
also that job title is cool as fuck
Inb4 ppl with cock piercing slide into your dms
We should build an AI that automates researching about a company for applicants
Wait, they might ban vindaloo in denmark? Why?
I guess maybe they were there more for the humanitarian rather than the religious?
Damn, so genuinely good people caught in the crossfire. I don’t like how so many commenters are shitting all over them here.
It’s the difference between “Suffer little children” and “Suffer, little children”.
Buddist monk level zen right there. Hopefully the client hooks him up with a couple boxes of the end product?
This happened between 1970 and 1991. If I’m not mistaken, those were the years of the AIDS scare, right? How did this go under the radar in times of such paranoia?
Oof, hope you’re better now.
Where did you get your wizard robe
You’re either a skating instructor, or an infantry patrolman in the Taliban.
Well said.
For me, it’s “Being a Foodie”. Everybody who has ever lived on the planet has been enthusiastic for food.
I’ve only ever met one foodie I respected as such. He ate everything, even stuff that made him gag, because of reasons only he knows. He wanted the experience or something.
Man could eat a burger and tell you where the wheat was from, how ripe the tomatoes in the ketchup where, the dashed hopes and dreams of the cow, everything. He could look at ingredients from afar or smell things that have no smell to me and tell in how many days it would be perfectly ripe. He ate mono flavored stuff (Like rice with nothing else added or olive oil), used salt like a vampire hunter to detect faint tastes, and I still think he must have some undiagnosed lifestyle thing like Synesthesia, except for taste. He reverse engineered recipes for fun.
It was magic, and until this dude I didn’t consider food to be an actual hobby. Every other foodie I’ve met just liked eating tasty food, which pretty much everyone does.
Mom’s spaghetti
Man knows nothing damn
I honestly don’t think we’ll age that much at all. With the heat stress from warming climates, bodies riddled with microplastics and so on, we will likely have a short, albeit painful, existence.
OP gave him a big fat kiss