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It’s Lemmy. It’s always like this.
It’s Lemmy. It’s always like this.
On to Zip drives, then?
That’s for the courts to deci-- oh, fuck.
Conscious days, fading away
To uh oh, those possum bites
It was a really poor design decision making it look so much like the ‘other-destruct’ button
Did anyone else feel like this article just reads like an ad for their new value menu?
“… As you wish.”
“Orange juice, purple stuff… Sunny D Vodka! Thanks, mom!”
He was the son of Godzilla, after all.
“Dear God, he’s doing H.M.S. Pintafore. We have to leave. Now!”
Poppycock.
I was shocked to learn how far away people can read and recognize my face. Much was explained that day.
I, uh… ahem. I’ll have a piece of that, please.
Freedom. Fighter.
Pretty sure he was counting on it. I sure as hell did it.
I once heard a nutritionist say it was better to give your kid an unsweetened cereal and a bowl of sugar and just let them go nuts, because the vast majority of kids aren’t going to spoon enough sugar on it to match what comes in the sweetened stuff. The equivalent of seven spoonfuls, if I remember right.
WHO-OA BLACK BETTY!