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Rock and Stone! To the Bone!
Rock and Stone! To the Bone!
Deep Rock Galactic. I love the progression, the community and the humor.
Everyone’s a nerd for something, I firmly believe that.
I forgot that! PS/2 mice and keyboards were hoarded.
Pc with steam deck for me. Although, my gaming has been 80-90% steam deck lately…
You owe them nothing.
And, remember, if you don’t have a situation that fits, lie!
My dad is way better at car maintenance and handy work. Machines just talk to him.
I always assumed it was Mattingly’s mustache.
My mind slipped gears for a second, and I thought “you gave birth to a cat!?”
Well, I have those already, but they aren’t nice ones…
But…my beard. ;_;
What about queen judgie?
More trustworthy too
The hot dog vendor says that will be $7.50. The monkey hands the vendor a $10 bill, which the vendor puts in the cash drawer. After a moment the monk asks “what about my change?” The vendor bows reverently and responds “change must come from within.”
I was thinking Vimes, but I’m not sure I could handle the guilt of taking him from young Sam.
Give him a sandwhich?
Only time I’ll say something is a mom and pop store. Then the thief is being shitty. Go steal from a Walmart, not here.
I’m taking a grad school course about the psychology of decision making, and the science behind how we process and use data hurts my mind and soul. At some level, we are biological logic machines. The implications of that terrify me.