I mean... people fuck.

Gorgeous, half-dressed woman seductively pulls an unfired .357 round out of her mouth, dripping in saliva, and chambers the round in a gun that she’s visibly straining to lift.

Just a heads up, Samsung Magician won’t detect your drive(s) if they’re in a RAID configuration.

I would hope so, but confirmation bias is a helluva drug.

Do I... get to pick which one I get?

It’s not been so bad.

Well, they’ve been getting it wrong for 2,000 years.

Nice

FWIW, the Yubico Authenticator app on Android doesn’t allow screenshots either (just tested it now).

I fell asleep playing Everybody’s Gone to the Rapture in an all-night session when it came out... not because it was boring, but because I’m an old and didn’t want to acknowledge my frailty and inability to game all-night anymore.

Is he looking around his hospital room, thinking about his last hours of freedom, or is he in furtive conversation with “people” working out a plan to be smuggled to a country with no extradition treaty with the United States?

CHAOS.

1. Head to Argentina.

Yup.

At least at the end of a butter churning contest, you have butter.

At no point in my cishetero male life have I ever understood the appeal of pageants.

I’ve gone through a number of bad skin issues in my life (damned Celtic genes).

I’ve gone through a number of bad skin issues in my life (damned Celtic genes).

The state motto just became truncated over time.

I’ve been using that popper for years, and it’s still perfect.

I’ve been using that popper for years, and it’s still perfect.

I’M NOT SENDING YOU MY CAT.