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An invincible wolf man, who is like a wolf in every regard save for the fact that he can fly.
(Note: This might be misinformation)
They’re all orange down here, Georgie…
Macho Pillow. It’s a big dick bicep shaped pillow for strong, conservative men. Nothing sexual.
I have no idea, honestly. I don’t pay attention or mingle between them.
I was playing some crappy F2P MMO (Perfect World, maybe?) and I made a warrior of some werewolf race. Just played with random wolf-related combinations and settled on this. Quit after two days and the username carried on for probably 15 years now.
I don’t even really know all that much about Stalin. I just pulled it out of my ass.
Guess my boy’s been bouncin’ on it too hard.
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He’s a bucky little fuck with dead eyes and a forced smile who practices philanthropy for clout, but up until recently you couldn’t criticize him because of the philanthropy – even when pointing out that said philanthropy is weird and immoral when it’s only being done for fame and self-promotion. Due to this paradox, he had everyone in a sort of stalemate. Fortunately, a lot has since come out about him being a sociopathic piece of human shit, so now we can kick him while he’s down.
You spin a wheel and they ship you free meat. I couldn’t disagree with you more. I recommend anyone try it out. I don’t know why it exists, but my freezer is stocked.
Used to love losing power during ice storms as a kid. Sure, I couldn’t play Bassin’s Black Bass on SNES, but my dad would stoke the fireplace and light up the extremely dangerous kerosine heater that smelled fucking awesome. Then we would chill with my mom on the couch and read Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.
That kerosine heater never did blow the family up…
I’m not Christian/religious at all, but I still have a very deep nostalgia for classic Christmas hymns like Silent Night, O Holy Night, etc. I remember sitting beside my tree as a child listening to our music lights playing midis of all of them. The lyrics can be discarded entirely.
Always Sunny, “The Gang Hits the Road”.
The entire episode is just them driving around Philly with the intention of going elsewhere, but the plan gets derailed in typical gang fashion when they wind up just switching seats over and over (both in and out of the U-Haul) until they end up back where they started, and with zero interest in continuing the original plan.
It’s an absolute travesty that they threw away nearly every character’s arc in the final season and robbed them of their big moments, purely to subvert expectations. These arcs were predictable because that’s where their stories were fucking heading. But noOoOoo…
Jaime is probably the show’s finest example of an eight-season arc thrown directly into the trash at the last moment. What was even the point?
Mainly the nostalgia of it. The familiar peaceful Christmas hymns and the way Christmas lights reflect against soft snow. My spirit drifts somewhere between commercial Christmas and Yule.
Echo detector. Piece of shit only picks up the weakest artifacts.
Isn’t this moron still playing Diablo 4? Can’t say that gives me much confidence in his greatness. I’d also bet both nuts that his games feature microtransactions as their core mechanic.
3 or 4 days. Abuse of stimulants. Not sure my body could handle that in my late thirties.
It can, but it comes out more like “ROOVE ARONG RITIZEN!”
Being an entomologist would be sweet as hell. You walk into the lab on a Tuesday morning and Jerry, a gray-bearded researcher with spectacles and a friendly demeanor is like, “Hey, come over here, Kevin. Come look at this bug.”, and you go over there and see the coolest fucking bug.
STALKER. I’d be miserable, but I spend so much time in the Zone already.
Or maybe Stardew Valley if I want to be happy.