Poor little fuckers
Poor little fuckers
Looks like someone needs a new camera.
They sure made a... commotion.
They depreciate faster than a microwave. Thats kinda quirky.
Just put him on house arrest with all his toddlers. Theres a reason he sleeps at his desk at work, and its not because hes a workaholic!
Is it Father's Day already? #dadjokes
“Can we have one of your flight computers? We ran out of floppy disks and are pretty sure president trump will want to lay in a few new courses...”
Lets be honest, it was probably dad’s cash that got him in. Those post-swim-practice Ribeyes dont buy themselves after all. Dads just pissed his investment didnt pan out.
#copjokes
when you gotta go, you gotta go.
Yeah, but to explore. Thats what i mean about them still holding rank.
The structure is militaristic, but Starfleet is not the space navy. Its more the Lewis and Clark of the 24th century. The characters join Starfleet not to attack their enemies, but for the adventure of exploration.
Ok, but why do Zoos exist? The whole idea of a zoo is entertainment for idiots. Thats their whole business model. Take animals out of their natural habitats and cram them in a carefully curated box. And if 95% of zoos in china are substandard, and the zoos in 1st world nations dont have the necessary funds to keep…
Tiger attack in SF, Walrus attack in China, Shooting lions in Chile, Gorilla attack in Cincinnati. What do they have in common? Shitty people and anxious wild animals.
If a kid can fall into a gorilla pen, a tiger can jump out and kill people, dozens of animals are being culled because there isnt enough room, and newborn animals keep dying, then i would say zoos do have a problem. They dont need to exist. If people want to study animals, go to the animals and study them in the wild.
Yes, the people really exhibit their empathy when tapping on the glass and yelling at wild animals.
Dumb question: If they build a reactor that is stable, how do they extract power from it? Heat and steam like fission? Or magnets like an electric motor? Or what?
“...right into my lunch bag!”