I was certain they had exploded, but I guess the founder bought it back from the spyware company that it killed and relaunched during the height of the pandemic. Stacy Spikes, what do you know?
I was certain they had exploded, but I guess the founder bought it back from the spyware company that it killed and relaunched during the height of the pandemic. Stacy Spikes, what do you know?
Please, Analyze This scene, for you. https://youtu.be/218iXiKhKlg
Hexbears sowing:
heh i shid and fard out my doo doo ass
Hexbears reaping:
Friend, if you can afford to match the donation 600%, what do you need my $20 for?
I think this is just a Cumtown episode.
Forgotten City was really fun. It was a bit opaque in a couple places, but the finale was very amusing.
If this guy were gonna be around longer, :schocken-pika: might have legs.
There have been numerous opportunities for a diplomatic solution and the entity has vaporized all the negotiators.
I misspent many nights in my youth stealthed in a WH scanning and making bookmarks to feed to the squad. Good times.
Biden dies on election night, Harris loses, Trump gets got the day after inauguration, Vance is fucking a couch in the Fuhrerbunker and doesn’t find out he’s president until like March.
I’m just so tired. Kid is back to back sick, partner is a day or two behind to catch the same bugs, and I keep not getting sick so I’m picking up a lot to keep the wheels spinning. I’m desperate for like one night of just not being needed so I can recharge, and it’s just not happening. We have no support network, I’m the only driver, and I work from home so sick day means no work getting done, and I fairly desperately need the raise I’m trying to make happen. I am completely burnt and unable to summon the emotional energy to be regularly intimate (not even just sexually, I’m barely really managing “present”), and I do not know what the fuck to do. On one hand I feel bad for not being able to respond every time I am needed, but on the other hand I feel like I’m doing everything already and I can’t even find the space to process what I’m feeling because everyone else is having a bad time.
No matter the result, I will have to stare into the eyes of all my neighbors with the knowledge that they voted for genocide and hold back my bile and venom for their cowardice and try to build a better world with these satanic compradors.
Queer Harmer is also a favorite.
A mission called “No Rush In” where the objective is to keep Rush Limbaugh out of a press conference, is that anything?
It would be pretty :chefs-kiss: if the only way Amerikkka gets a developed rail system is a BRI grant.
I’m voting for harm reduction. There’s a tiny chance that another person will try to dome Trump, but his reality distortion field will deflect it in such a way that it kills a bunch of high-level state department psychos.
If some enterprising soul wanted to turn the face on the “what?” frame or the last frame into a PNG, I could really get behind :salim-wtf:
Direct link that may work for a while: https://zero.sci-hub.se/5683/7e073a43d863839d4ba70a708f9f2f7e/rollo2016.pdf?download=true
Otherwise, DOI 10.1080/2201473X.2016.1199826
on sci-hub.
When Peanut the squirrel came to the White House asking me for help on all of his winter food gathering, whether it’s walnuts that don’t last long enough, bird seed stolen from the yard, or a newspaper clipping with a picture of a peanut on it, without which subsidies he’d be worthless, and telling me how he was a big Trump fan and Republican, I could have said “drop to your knees and beg”, and he would have done it…