… Asked the brain about itself. Typical narcissistic brain behavior, don’t see the other organs doing it.
An early bird in the hand gets the low hanging fruit in the bush.
… Asked the brain about itself. Typical narcissistic brain behavior, don’t see the other organs doing it.
That belly demands rubs. Cute pup.
Sure. Is that person in your photo related to the question?
A wild backhoe appears!
Tickling Strangers’ Anuses.
Suits heard about this secret sauce called AI that can cut down on the need for those pesky humans that are always looking for handouts and luxuries like a living wage and benefits. The consumer will have to accept it when the only choices they’re offered are varying flavors of the same shit.
He has an aversion to anything that even sounds like “facts”.
I appreciate your input on his output, Dr. Butts.
They might roll him out on a wheelchair and wipe away the fluids dribbling out of his ends but “run” is not a word I would use.
And the side project authored by Chuck Tingle:
That Kentucky Jelly tastes like shit and goes straight through you though. 6/10 at best.
No time like the present to get involved with something like a Community Emergency Response Team or its local equivalent. FEMA has manuals and other training materials available online which address the matter of chemical, biological, radiological, nuclear and explosive (CBRNE; sometimes just CBRN or NBC depending on agency or publication date) incidents. Won’t make you an expert on yield estimation or fallout mapping but there is information which may be useful for improving individual and community resilience.
Personally, I think the likelihood of getting nuked is low and it’s much more likely that a CERT volunteer will be called upon to assist in natural disasters or major accidents to relieve the burden on professional crews. Where I live, teams have been employed to assist in redirecting traffic around areas with downed power lines or, in one case somewhat recently, a significant natural gas leak. Firefighters and other specialists establish a safe perimeter before handing off the site to volunteers so they can respond to other incidents throughout the city while repair crews work down their list of priorities.
Long comment short: building useful skills and relationships before shit meets fan means less scrambling to figure it out on that day and there are real, practical applications for that knowledge beyond LARPing with Jim-Bob’s moron militia.
“Kiss your ass goodbye” for those who left their Ovaltine decoder ring at home.
Kind of a long name, do they shorten it to a word or two in daily use or go by the full sentence?
Meanwhile, the Beekreeper escapes the scene unnoticed and prepares to summon its apian horde elsewhere.
It’s an avocato.
They’re out there but it’s been hard to document their existence since they blend in so well with their environment. This natural camouflage is a double-edged sword, however: they may be able to avoid getting eaten by predators but it also makes reproduction particularly challenging since they have a hard time finding one another to do it like the Discovery channel.
Even when a potential breeding pair are able to meet up, their coupling is far from guaranteed due to the abundance of other green orifices in their usual habitats. Grass-covered mole tunnels, mossy logs with holes in them and bee nests in leafy trees have all been accidental natural fleshlights for these poor creatures. Like they say, it’s not easy being green.
A little surprised but I know we don’t have a monopoly on dipshittery here in the land of pickup trucks with pink rubber scrotums flapping in the wind. Just seems that way sometimes.
They’ve got a tiny scrap of power and by god, they intend to use it! More enjoyable than going to therapy for the abuse they suffered as children.
Get the comms up and running so you can set records for “first [insert activity here] in space” and report your results for the history/trivia books.