That and a bunch of reasons
That and a bunch of reasons
He’s a melee fighter, range is not his strong suit
Three piles. Background, I moved roughly every two years from 1 until mid twenties. Not a military family. Even with this I still move several boxes of stuff that I never open until the next move.
First pile is stuff you must keep/love.
Second is stuff that is okay or may be nice-to-have.
Third is stuff that can be sold/donated/disposed of.
Get rid of the last two piles.
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For no good reason: I cannot stand her. I wish her no harm. I don’t hate her, but I want her to stop being in anything. I probably need help.
“Nuclear Rear-Admiral” was my nickname in high school.
Someone explained this to me and then I felt bad for the people that didn’t need this explained.
I went to open a can of frozen lemonade concentrate and the plastic strip holding the lid snapped off in the first 2 inches.
Advanced Squad Leader! Snake eyes!