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2nd on 2nd row, but with a moat full of piranhas.
2nd on 2nd row, but with a moat full of piranhas.
This is an old picture, right?
Where I’m from (Germany) we used to play it with the Citroën 2CV.
Sure?
(…) in the service of a story that possesses no satirical edge, nor any human connection. It takes whatever pleasure that can be derived from a Pop-Tart, and chokes on it.
It’s 1999 and you go to a record store to listen to the entire album BEFORE you buy it. Never occurred to me to do otherwise.
If you ever encountered an AI hallucinating stuff that just does not exist at all, you know how bad the idea of AI enhanced evidence actually is.
You could be registered if you urinate in public. So they might be right.
How desperate were they not knowing what a scumbag he actually is before voting?
Woosh moment?
This is sleep paralysis? You just described my most hated kind of nightmare (including the try for wiggles, screaming and the hope someone wakes me please up).
It’s so weird. Though I KNOW I’m sleeping, I’m so terrified.
Edit: Sometimes when this happens I “wake up” only to realize I’m still sleeping and in my hated dream. Sometimes I’m several layers inside the dream (fake waking up for 1-3 times), before I finally wake up for real.