Adipose exceptionalism, tired and broken down.

Yes. I do not believe there is any chance whatsoever to make America great again, as we were 1 year ago.

That explains why you never have any money to pay me back, man.

I really like manchego…

TBH, I might struggle to actually shoot anyhing if it’s as gorgeous as the limited gameplay videos I’ve seen are depicting it. Slow paced walking simulator where you are challenged to spot wildlife, yes please.

Thirded.

frantically starts drinking heavy water

Oh well fuck me I replied to the wrong thing! Disregard my idiocy.

The OP I replied to.

The devastating climate effects of m-p{3} were well known through most of the 21st century until their death.

This is neither programming nor humurous. Wrong community.

Pretty much all of them. I am a large white male, so I’m part of the privileged class, at least here in the US. Despite belonging to the LBTQIA+ designation, I don’t have to care about how people perceive me, as I’m just too big and white to care. And I’m well aware of that fact. I use that privilege in my own way to protest, denounce and work toward change the best way that I can. I wear skirts, don’t have to give a shit about my hair, and cannot truly empathize with anyone else, in regard to their troubles. I care. I will always do the best that I can to support people who aren’t born into looking like me. People who don’t know my history think I am full of shit or pretending, but that’s ok. They don’t have to know me. All you need to know is that I support you and people like you.

Critical thinking. At least, I hope.

I watch one of these videos every day when I wake up. Every piece is improvised on various instruments. Some are fantastic, some are kinda so-so like today’s. They’re always calm and a great way to start the day. Haven’t yet heard her speak.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwVc3MI_0RQ

Usually it’s Baader-Meinhof whenever I forget about it.

The universe will remember you forever. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No-hiding_theorem

English mother fucker, do you speak it?

Both of my parents, as I grew up in the 80s, were not religious. I did go to Sunday school at the behest of my grandparents who were all quite religious, but I never believed in any of the beliefs they were peddling. I can completely understand the need to believe in something, as the alternative is existential dread. As I wind down my life, heading to a void, I don’t find that discomforting. I don’t find all of history before I was born discomforting, so why would I find all of history after I die discomforting?

In N Out

Wait until you see what I do in a NASCAR race.