America is eleven personified.

I don’t get it... everyone’s acting like they never before saw that “Prt Scn” button at the top of their keyboard.

A close shave with fate.

Metal, plastic, and glass don’t writhe in agony as you tighten the bolts neccessary to tie them back together again. Bone joints are a different story.

Depressed-trajectory attacks compromise the accuracy of the missile, as you lose the astro-nav capabilities of the warhead bus and must rely in the inertial guidance map.

Aside from cars and consumer electronics, my thinking is that a first-generation product may be more solid and reliable.

The Kamm back gives you mass reduction and decrease in wetted area, whose benefits in this instance would out-leverage the flow separation issues

I don’t think there’s a threshold for weed, as the indicators persist long after the effects have worn off. But failing a field sobriety test changes the situation.

The aircraft carrier Trump will be overpriced, underperforming, a high-maintenance nightmare, and a serves nothing more than as a support vessel for the Russian Navy.

“He’s healthier than George Washington.”

Reminds me of the old joke:

Most of the world’s service is water, and the Royal Navy was a far different sort of club than the British Army (of whom I assume you are referencing).

So, a two week vacation in Great Exuma with Erik?

Isn’t their network slogan “Fair and Balanced”?

“...so an alternative engineering process was required to create the desired metallic high-gloss effect rim.”

Republicans will warn Trump not to declare a national emergency because of the dangerous precedent it will set for a Democratic president. Trump will, of course, take that as a Double-Dog-Dare-Ya and declare a national emergency at the State of the Union on February 5.

Looks like just another nice day in Horizon to me.

Has a state of emergency ever been declared during a SOTU address? I could see it possibly having happened in the past, but a cursory search on my part hasn’t turned one up.

If he were ever seized with an impulse to tattoo a self-aggrandizing word to his forehead, you know you’re just going to get a bunch of people who take one look at him and ask, “What in the world is ‘GNINNIW’?”

The air going into the engine is heated to 300 degrees Farenheit in the compressor stage alone— before the fuel is introduced to be burned.