It’s an Ethernet port. For some reason Apple decided <···>
is the glyph to use for that.
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It’s an Ethernet port. For some reason Apple decided <···>
is the glyph to use for that.
Bob’s Burgers doesn’t really do MacFarlane-style “LOL we’re a cartoon” meta stuff.
Oh, you’re one of those shills for the shoe-leather industry! 😜
One can also undo the curse of reposting text as a screengrabbed image file.
Support local bands. Go to their shows. Tell them they suck to their face. Unplug the bassist’s instrument cable. Demand free merch after. Get drunk as fuck in the parking lot. Fight their drummer. Support. Local. Bands.
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This site isn’t Instagram.
I don’t know.
No matter what else they ever do, the greatest artistic achievement of DreamWorks will always be naming their villain “Fuckwad” with the spelling tweaked just enough to sneak past not only the censors, but multiple generations of oblivious family-film-going parents.
When balut.
This was from a webcomic from around ten(?) years ago called “Pictures In Boxes.” It was at PicturesInBoxes.com but the site is gone, the Web Archive coverage is spotty, and I haven’t been able to track down the specific URL for this one.
Just the other day I saw a Tesla with a bumper sticker stating “I bought this before Elon went crazy.”
Time for some traditional Moldovan epic victory music!
I’m pretty sure that’s the telephone number of a flat in Islington where I once went to a party…
The artist’s shop has prints of this comic but not stickers, but he has other stickers of his work. Maybe he’d entertain a request to do some stickers of these.
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Also, “dude” will still be “dude” in another 40 years while “bruh” will have faded from the lexicon and been replaced by a succession of a couple dozen other things.
Shut up, Wesley.
Top or bottom?
If you watch Titanic in reverse it’s about a sad lady floating on a door who idly fishes a cute boy out of the ocean and brings him onto a big fancy steamship that has conveniently sprouted up over by an iceberg, where they have steamy no-strings vacation sex until they split up because they each find new boyfriends on the ship they’d rather go to Europe with.
Each and every one of those fuckers looks like they’re in a retail store about to demand to speak to someone’s manager.