The only time I have ever heard about this was when I was in middle school (~95) and it was like eight hundred thousand dollars so you could play Bonk.

You have reams of material but perhaps the old guard doesn’t like the upstarts. I mean that’s never happened before, right?

Look, knight-sticking the poor folk is tough work and there’s only one place that can satisfy that hunger -->-->

Counterpoint -- People that use gifs as avatars should be locked up right alongside the children.

<Comrade Dyatlov>

I think the doctrine was fast, deep-diving, and aggressive. They knew they could never out-stealth navy subs so if push came to war they would attack and do as much damage as possible as quickly as possible; or something like that.

Their plan was to keep their boomers bottled up under the ice or in “ponds” where they would be safe. The navy might know where they are but they couldn’t do much about it.

I’m so happy for them! It was a great game and seeing Rose Lavelle make a goal after her injury was sweet. Megan would have done it regardless but.

I remember some animated program, when I was a kid, that did the original little mermaid tale which was just heartbreaking!

“I mean come on, there was a penis in the promo so how righteous can you be?”

Because unless the democrats win control of the senate it’s all talk.

Now that I’m hurtling towards forty I can’t stay out as late!

I’ve only moved once in twenty years but if I have to move again I will make sure to stack all of my books from floor to ceiling because no human being would ever stack books that way.

Took way longer to find than it should have but —

I’d star you if I could but Kinja has once again shat the bed.

My mother worked for vista optical and her stories of her job and her boss being a good man that didn’t treat his employees like bodies is in stark contrast to today where you’d probably need a college degree to do her job.

That’s odd as both of my folks are in their early 70's and both (plus me) voted for Hillary. It might be location but my mother does know somebody, one of her friends, that voted for Trump. But then, when said friend is jacked up on like fifty pills a day..

Uncle Joe was Obama’s minder. Now, he wants to flount his years as VP in exchange for ego and basically doing nothing.

For some reason I keep having this recurring thought/dream of something touching my foot. There’s obviously nothing there but the very though that something might reach up and grasp your foot in the middle of the night..

If you’re not stuffing cocaine behind the quarter panels then just what are you doing>?