You know he’s never going to give it to you.
You know he’s never going to give it to you.
Ain’t nothin’ in the RAW that states a sentient pile of dust can’t play basketball.
Their fault for being more edible than the rest. Get less tasty, maybe you’ll get a better name!
No one else built a Walking Eye.
Look around. Who else has a Walking Eye? That’s right, Walking Eye, everyone wants a piece.
Pigs are aware of how delicious they are.
The scarier thing is that pigs are aware of how delicious we are.
Just the one turtle. Well, at least per world. I guess two, it you drop off the edge while they’re mating.
And there’s four elephants down there, too.
Do we mean spray it with some form of perfume, or turn it into a scent?
Cause I feel like the latter is somewhere in the background of the movie “Perfume”.
This is what happens when you take things away. Used to be you’d just levitate yourself wherever you needed to go.
Then there’s Fallout. Who needs horses? Courier can carry themself and 400 pounds of Sunset Sarsaparilla up a damn near vertical cliff face if you do the side-to-side.
Instead of global warming, we shoulda patrolled the Mojave.
Not with Trek, but I’m a former stagehand and I’ve done amateur stagework. Spent a lotta time building and maintaining sets and props. I’ve been there.
You’re backstage, you’ve got how everything should look memorized, it’s all set up, and for a moment, while it’s just you and that dry run, you forget yourself. You’re a part of the show.
Eventually you step back, remember it’s all fake. You notice the little flaws, notice the floor isn’t just right under your feet. You were tired, trying to get something done. A lapse.
I genuinely believe in the magic of the stage. Not in the sense of a spell, but of the ritual. No matter if it’s on a screen, or in person, if you do it right, we let go. For a moment, we forget our world and step into another.
My friend, do yourself a favor and invest in a proper grinder. You can find pocket grinders with a kief catch for like $15. That catch will be your friend during the hard times. Let it build until you need it, and never clean that shit unless it is into your apparatus of choice.
ETA: Clean the grinder teeth, not the catch. Just knock it into the catch with a toothbrush before you do. Sometimes you can scrape some extra goodness up, but it sucks using a gummed grinder. Should be able to grind in one smooth motion, not too much resistance.
My first memories are traumatic!
Actually, a number of my childhood memories are the traumatic ones… Fuck.
And this is how “Scroll of Instant Kaiju” began.
I feel that last one, so hard.
I had access to extra time and all that for maths, which I have always struggled with learning. I never felt justified in using them, told myself I was just dumb, not trying hard enough to learn. It didn’t matter that I was losing sleep, and still not improving, there was something I could somehow magically fix if I just kept pushing myself through the rock in my way.
“Does not get mashed on fermented berries”.
I’ll have you know that when I was lost and low on fuel, I managed to land on an absolute shit hole of a backwater, barely a sentient being in sight, but those berries?
They got me home. Always fly X-Wing. Runs on anything.
Ballistic corkscrew penis.
0 to full in .5 seconds.
Hey, if you can’t tell a duck from a goose, peace was never an option.
Because sometimes you just have to find out.
He makes a good point, though. Sure, it works on the bunch and makes a level of sense when they’re all together, but just looking at an individual banana, sitting on its own? Weird as shit.
I think I might spend too much time handling bananas.
Cut two pie tins so they can be joined, put crusts in both, fill crusts with desired fruits, carefully break the crusts so they can meet, top as desired, bake.
Right looks like a blackberry cobbler.