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(He played the titular role in Weekend at Bernie's, a comedy about corpse fraud, necrophilia, and organized crime)

Came to me after a good night sleep. Not even a memorable final boss.

And I thought they were supposed to be shying away from fossil fuels.

Forget the grunts and moans. When a mudcrab attacks my character, I want to hear "god fucking dammit" and "fucking shitbiscuit" from my character. That's how people actually sound when they get hurt.

So is there a smell that our brain blocks out or ignores because it is always there? Or have we evolved to have lungs that don’t have a notable odor?

I don't know, I find this distinction by gender curious. Although considering that my sisters are very much into doing things their own way, it's not much of a surprise.

EDIT: a more precise description of what my sisters do and one of my sister's job.

What if Trump was really into this kind of stuff and everything he has been doing is a secret genius plan to make sure people will pee on his grave for decades, if not centuries to come?

Every landline provider seems to be pivoting to VoIP now.

8 years ago the spring weather was different. It drizzled almost every day. It was cloudy. Now we have these clear sunny days, big winds and scant rain.

Can I just pay someone with real event planning and social skills to just include me in whatever they're doing? It would be way better for my mental health than therapy.

Edit: not even just for me personally either. Like as a community thing. I pay my portion and the person planning all this uses it to rent a space and pay for catering or whatever and keeps a list of all of us and tries to get us all out of the house.

that shits tasty