Sounds like my 9 year old screaming “I didn’t!!!” When he clearly did
Sounds like my 9 year old screaming “I didn’t!!!” When he clearly did
Yeah, you’re right. I guess we may as well just give up and give in to the inevitable.
Ah. Sorry.
This cover by the Afghan Whigs of the song “Lost in the Supermarket” by The Clash is really good:
The Multi-Account Containers extension is great for this. Each container keeps its own context, so you can be logged in to the same service twice (or more) in tabs in one window. Can set it up so that some sites will always use a certain container, or that sites in a container will always use a proxy. That is EXTREMELY useful to me.
https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/multi-account-containers/
I like the spatula so much.
I bought the company.
It was always going to come to this. Donald Trump is all my dad’s shitty email forwards come to life.
As this picture scrolled into view I thought This will be the worst kidney stone I’ve ever seen.
“My kid got measles and it’s my fault, can I get a WHOOP WHOOP”
That looks great. You should be proud of your work and your shop!
Even a remake of Okami would be great. Skip the weird simulated voices and let me mash buttons through all dialog, not just some of them. And skip the stone wall guardian guys. That should do it.
I thought I loved the first book when I read it, but I realized I hated the entire series when I read the fourth book.
This is the kind of thing Bob Page would do.
Haha, it took me a minute too! Lots of spell checking on that one.
Efil4zigneref
There’s a lady at the door of the Hacks Cross store in Memphis that is absolutely relentless about seeing and reading the values on membership cards as people enter the store. I feel sure that she used to be a living legend at the highway patrol before she retired and took this job.
I was stuck in a car on a trip with a guy who really liked Dane Cook. He kept saying stuff like Aw Man you gotta listen to this part right here, this is some funny shit right here. Terrible.
Never Back Down
(unless it’s to drool in Donny’s lap)