

That’s cool and all… But have you also thought about the gains you could make for the rich people behind the curtain if you were just a good citizen and fell in line and connected your TV to the Internet and consumed all the ads?
That’s cool and all… But have you also thought about the gains you could make for the rich people behind the curtain if you were just a good citizen and fell in line and connected your TV to the Internet and consumed all the ads?
Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote.
I agree. 00:cf:00 yields that no actual manufacturer has been assigned that OUI.
What a waste of whisky.
“What the fuck, Richard!?”
How was the Comic Con?
Tell my wife I said… Hello.
Ricky : [to Randy] Listen man, if you go down to the store and pick me up some “ja-lap-ano” chips and $2 worth of pepperoni, I’ll hang out with you for a bit.
Randy : Does anyone else want anything while I’m down there?
Julian : [pronouncing Jalapeño correctly] Yeah, pick me up a bag of Jalapeño chips.
Ricky : Jalapeño? What flavor is that?
Julian : Ricky, the J is silent. You’re saying it wrong.
Bubbles : The J is like an H, Ricky. “Hal-a-peeno”, not “ja-lap-ano”.
Ricky : [confused] What in the fuck are you guys talking about?
Bubbles : “Hal-a-peeno”. That’s how you pronounce it.
Ricky : I know how to pronounce it! I ordered fuckin’ ja-lap-ano!
And I Did a Thing is like Stuff Made Here on meth?
He’s zooming in to set his focus!
Be warned that it was more active years ago.
Give me a fact that most people may not know?
I never left the sea. I could never find myself at home on dry land.
This site is a little useful to check on things. It doesn’t give a lot of explanation, but hey… it’s something.
I’m the exact same. Firefox has been great. Switched about three years ago.
Definitely Half-Life.
Opening boxes, cutting zip ties, picking stuff from under my fingernails, splinters, etc. All kinds of uses.
A pocket knife. Carried one for most of my life at this point.
Also an all metal pen. I always have a writing utensil with me that rugged enough to last years in my pocket.
A rock.
A rock that is flatter than it is thick. In college my friend picked it up and wrote PUNK on it. It became punk rock. We ended up becoming best friends and roommates for the rest of college and I ended up with the punk rock when we graduated. Fast forward many years and I hosted a party he attended. When he departed I gifted him with the punk rock. Its something insignificant but means so much.
I don’t have a brother but he’s as close as it gets.