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That’s an instant X2 score modifier right there.
That’s an instant X2 score modifier right there.
That would be impossible, for I am the raciest uncle!
Edit: And before my inbox fills up, I’m only into Weird Aunts with a balanced cat/tattoo ratio.
I’ve seen airline bottles of Johnnie Walker for about $5 around me. I’d spend the $15 on a full sized bottle of Evan Williams, though.
All it needs is a line saying, “Hand Blown Artisanal Glassware and Other Whimsical Notions”
I started taking graphic design classes in the mid 2ks and the amount of my brain that has been squandered making everything look like shiny candy floating in a polished plastic void is disgusting.
Then I learned how to make everything look like it was badly spray stenciled and drug through a post industrial alley so I could really stick it to the man.
This might as well ask, “When were you young and broke and wanted everything you saw in a commercial and then started collecting ridiculous amounts of nostalgia product as soon as you had even a crumb of disposable income.”
Thankfully I didn’t fall for that nonsense.
: reclines on throne made entirely of first gen Zunes and Sidekick phones:
Oh, thank fuck. David Bowie’s Area is still online.
“I have a busted old brain from the 80s, what distro would you suggest?”
“Smell once, wash twice.”
I’ve, unfortunately, gotten in to the habit of having YouTube playing on my second screen when doing anything at my computer. Can’t fall asleep without some history documentary playing.
Bad habit on my short list for eradicating.
I actually noped out of a potential roommate situation when I saw 20 pairs of shoes on the stairs leading to the apartments front door.
The bidet is the Swiss army knife of the bathroom.
Still waiting on a fax from them to confirm.