Or you’re on enough shit your psych has a conversation with you about serotonin syndrome.
Or you’re on enough shit your psych has a conversation with you about serotonin syndrome.
It’s kinda silly but it worked at the time. Nobody at work questions it and the people who know, know.
Look at what they did to me.
I didn’t realize how bad the bots were until I browsed while coming down from an acid trip.
I read some shit, logged out with ad blockers. But I don’t participate.
Need a sonic flying with swift in the co-pilot’s seat now.
That sounds horrendous. Kind of adorable, though.
Lmao. Does her cooking make you nostalgic?
My mom regrets that she didn’t learn all of her mother’s cajun recipes. I regret it, too.
That’s fucking adorable though. Getting old is weird.
Our white versions don’t involve the food :(
I work. Can we do it today?
One step away from cybertruck+neuralink.
It’s much easier to temp install parts than design tools to hold the parts on the rail car or ship them in crates.
The wingbox gets corrugated plastic covers to keep the elements out during shipping. The wingbox doesn’t exactly need help being stout, though.
It gets installed before the fuselage goes onto the railcar at Spirit Aerosystems and Boeing removes it while they finish the interior.
Add the punisher logo for the trifecta.
Where the fuck did I find someone in real life to talk to about image formats? I always thought it was j. I can’t even recall any conversations about it until the 2010s.
I’m still alive so it’s obviously not working.
I might be tickling the dragon.