It’s interesting to note that until recently a photograph was a physical object, like the metal plate in this story. The photograph consisted of chemicals deposited on a metal, glass, celluloid or plastic base. Each picture was a unique original that could never be duplicated, only imperfectly copied. Plates, films…
I got teary-eyed constantly. I was like, “ENOUGH!”
A hand buzzer would be astounding.
At first I was like - “That ain’t special, I have one of these in my bed side drawer next to a bottle of poppers!” - then I was like “No wait, that’s way too big.”
TBH before I recognized the NK flag on the rocket every synapse in my brain was screaming “James Bond supervillain hideout”, and I was looking for the hole in the ceiling the missile would undoubtedly be fired through.
the high horses also transform into large soap boxes lol.
F’n A right my friend. Good times.
PREACH!
It’s like they learned nothing at all.
Lmao!! Careful, they will ban your username if you burn them too good!
