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There’s probably enough of an overlap.

Woodchipper.

Perhaps through the evidence of a crater, and it’s depth in the type of ground in which it was found, is enough for scientists to determine these creatures actually threw up fully erect, not unlike the night I lost my virginity.

No, you’re right. It’s fine that these executives go into meetings and enact plans that harm and kill sick people, while they profit. They should be allowed to do that without consequence. The fact that this one man killed only one person, and without personal profit, is abhorrent.

I would say “failing to empathize” is not correct. Failing implies trying. Calling him a victim seems disengenuous as well. Even if the shooter is a contract killer, there’s no way he has a higher KDR than the parasite he capped.

I was shocked to find out how antisemetic Amnesty International has become recently. Or will be. I’m sure someone will say it any day now.

I miss my dad, too

Pretty sure this was a pokemon first, nature is gunna get sued by nintendo.

Pretty sure they can occur naturally, they happen in Florida a lot. I was reading an article about a guy who had a sinkhole open up under his house over night, he woke up dead the next day.

Possibly there’s autonomous actions required when martial law is declared that take some time to undo? Like taking a tent out of the box, it takes way longer to get it back in, if it ever does.

I’m only guessing, I honestly have no idea what it entails.

It’d be a real hoot if Owl Boy stepped on me tho

Natural predator: designed in an office, built in a factory.

I’m fine, thanks for the concern. My previous comment was inspired by the song Shop Vac by Jonathan Coulton, I’ve never been married. I figure I’d have to sell off my sex dolls first, but they were stupid expensive, and you’d surprised how quickly they lose value when you take them out of the box. I figure they’re a bird in hand in either case.

A grueling daily standoff, mired with silent and tense interactions in the hallway, like ships passing in the night? A lonely, cold existence punctuated by depression medication dampened flaccid shower masturbation? A dreary, lifeless union blessed by a loud shop vac in the basement, so the kids can’t hear you crying? You can’t recall the last time you wore a seatbelt or drove sober, because she’s always smiling at her damn phone, and always leaves the room to answer a call. You paid for the fucking thing, and her passcode isn’t even the same as it used to be. Nothing is anymore. Maybe today’s the day someone won’t stop at a red light, or maybe you’ll finally try to grab a cop’s gun. But you won’t. The drudgery shambles on.

As I read your comment, I could smell the manual, hear the gentle crack as I broke the hymen of a new manual, it’s semiglossy pages revealing the secrets of button layouts to me.

So workers will develop an AI for writing resumes based on the criteria for which this AI is searching.

Perhaps your pipes are too wide.

I’ve hidden it and shall not tell you where.