

I remember the days of unmoderated internet. Walking past the school computers, what’s all those guys around a computer looking at? Aaaand it’s a beheading and that now lives rent free in my head for 30 years.
I remember the days of unmoderated internet. Walking past the school computers, what’s all those guys around a computer looking at? Aaaand it’s a beheading and that now lives rent free in my head for 30 years.
I think it just means you can bring in you none smoker horse.
Only if you don’t run your own dns serve. Didn’t even know this happened till after.
Some gaming laptops come with a second nvme slot. Mine does and I did exactly this. Was wayyy simpler.
You mean the forrest famous for the fact it burns easy?
We actively encourage kids to enter the work force at 15 nationally so I wouldn’t be overtly confident about the status quo in Australia.
I thought it was “ITS NOT LIKE THAT IN THE STATE GAVIN”. heard across several Burroughs.
There is always a moon moon
What’s funny is as an asd adult. Cannibis is the only thing that helps manage the noise from the world so I can focus.
What’s really funny is its what AI should be used for.
It was more a kind of backpacker feel but a hotel. You have the front desk as the front of the restraunt. They manage both patrons and guests. I don’t know how I would have coped with a Fawlty coming at me in that state!
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OK I probably should start from the beginning. I had just gotten off the plane flying from Aus to Barcelona. Jet-lagged as he’ll I went to the basement bar and had some amazing mojitos. Liquor laws are a bit different in Australia so usually a cocktail is only 1 standard drink. Barcelona they have no such restriction so each of these is like 4 or 5 standard and I have 6. By the time I get to the room I’m feeling pretty toasty and decide to have a shower. I must have lost my memory of the past 20 hours down the drain because I then went auto pilot thinking I was in my own house and needing a glass of water begun the motions of walking out of my hotel room to go to the kitchen. Some fortunate reason I had a hand towel but it was only like halfway down a hall I realised I wasn’t at my house. So covering myself I begin trying to retrace my steps. This resulted in somehow ending up on the floor below knocking on some poor unfortunate persons door. By that point I decided to head to the counter which is also a restraunt. Luckily it was midnight so it was closed. The person at the counter was chill and helped me back to my room. Ride in the old counterweights lift that at best holds 3 people so it was intimate. Woke up the next day filled with shame and a blossoming hangover to remind me why I don’t drink.
Right. I walk like 5km a day and I lost 30kg. Secret eat less than you burn.
Oh yeah they are boys playing men. It’s some wild shit to see.
It was just like a dream. I ended up on the wrong floor, which was mirrored exactly like my floor. I think I located my room so I knock on the door (to wake my partner) and this poor woman (who was not said partner) answers the door. That was about then I decided I should probably talk to a staff member. hind sight lucky I wasn’t arrested.
I was jet lagged and walked naked out of my hotel room thinking i was still at home. The walk of shame to the lobby was… an experience.
Getting high on the beach with these guys scurrying about is always a fun summer night.