PositronicPimp
PositronicPimp
PositronicPimp

What movie? Surely you mean which movies since what you described has been played out (heh) for years and years all over everything from the silver screen to the Lifetime channel!

I've heard "baked out of our gourds" but not that. Not once.

Toss it fast enough and it just might start to look like this:

... . . . (._. ) . . . It's like you're trying to say that a Káínawan could never direct an epic about the penal colony days of Australia. Or something.

Ah yeah, I remember that movie.

No. Not like this. Not at all. GM authors are notorious for pasting I've-already-written-about-this-told-ya-so! links (for even more clickety clooty) into such pieces and Erin herself confessed here in this post that the idea that Solo should be suspended is so novel that it is completely belated.

F-, 3 months overdue.

Oh. That makes perfect sense... . . .

There's a big difference between say being let go for a DWI conviction behind your boss's door and being publicly sanctioned & rejudged/re-admonished for the same thing that law & justice had already publicly handled & recorded.

Yeah, it has a Double Jeopardy feel of tacking onto a handled/sentenced case.

A "[...]boogaloo" reply meme just sounds racist now.

Here is the full(er) version that I know of:

Heh, I got into a tiff with an idiot on OD once cause they just couldn't fathom in any way, shape, or form of why a big breasted women would prefer to sleep with sports bras on to help keep their tits in check from trying to rip open their ribcage while they slept. And they called me a virgin basement dweller! wtf...

I just can't get all up in arms over any of this, it makes me feel like I'm being something like a piece of shit HOA asshole going after someone else and their property because their front door's transom is arched instead of being flat'n'level like how I'd want their property to be.

Welcome to feminism: just as racist as it has been since day 1!

All things must end.

Only Dwayne knows where he is, only Dwayne knows... . . .