No, that’s not happening because said minor miner is actually doing the job for just food. (Psst. It’s slavery!) [Probably.] {Potentially.}

Well, one way or another, we’re all talking about Toyota... so... win?

THANK you!

Leverage, maybe, accountability, theoretically. :)

Grapefruit juice is a broad-spectrum drug behavior changer. In many cases, it changes the metabolism of a drug, keeping it around longer in your body, thus allowing a greater concentration to build up in your bloodstream.

I’ve got mixed feelings on this. On the one hand, the bureaus are ridiculous in that they collect my data without my consent, hold it in insecure systems that can be (and have been) compromised, and charge me to do anything differently with my data. On the other hand, the IRS isn’t terribly better in its potential for…

Yes. I’m also going to admit to enjoying a very subtle design (like flames or ponies or something) for a tiny contrast between the base color and a very very slightly shifted or pearlized version of the same. Looks like a ghost in certain light, but otherwise is just a dark car.

Uh... special... dispensation from... uh... gotta go.

To play Devil’s Advocate for a second, some people find photography of the deceased, or around the wake/funeral/whatever to provide some sense of closure, as mentioned in the last paragraph of your article.

I believe I would drive the bejeezuz out of that mint-colored thing. If it weren’t painted mint.

What are you talking about? I think the user you replied to was referencing the Crimean peninsula. Not Mexico. Or Cuba.

Names, Claire! Who... is cooking... the avocados?

Indeed.

Hah! I never bothered to notice. I guess that’s how much I care about it.

No worries, most people who don’t live around here don’t know about it. You’re probably right about being a Steelers fan.

Exactly what I was thinking. I can’t count on two hands the number of times I’ve been called by friends and relatives to retrieve an orphan girl from a xenomorph egg-room, where there are only two options for extermination. While a flamethrower isn’t the best way, the other involves orbital nukes.

Probably Pittsburgh, California, just northeast of Oakland.

It happens to me a lot, actually. It’s like I’m playing an old-style racing video game, and there are checkpoints to continue, and every time I pass one, I’m like, “Shit, I’m a lot farther in this game than I thought I was/would be by now.”

<In Darth Vader Voice> NOOOOOOOoooooooOOOooOOOooooOOOooooooooOoooooooo!

Feel better, Nick? [Only a tiny bit of snark intended, I swear.]