Set-up right next to the lawn dart course.
Set-up right next to the lawn dart course.
There is something absolutely relaxing about using a power washer. It feels weird, because the things are pretty loud and you definitely feel the wand in your hands, but it’s like you can just push everything into that jet of water and watch it run down.
I assume that goes away after awhile, especially if it’s your job, but if it’s something you only break out on occasion, absolutely therapeutic in a weird way.
That’s the great/terrible thing about parts of the U.S this time of year! You can do both in the same day! You can watch as the alerts for burn risk due to low humidity and high temperatures pops up alongside the freeze warning for the night.
It’s just the best! I fucking hate it! You stay in layers until the sudden onset of heatstroke. You get to feel like the Mad Hatter is in control of the thermostat, always ready to change layers.
Until you learn how low Death can go.
Don’t try, your spine can’t handle it.
No nipple to tweak? No deal!
More like 12 hours away.
Never had a better cheesesteak than that little hole-in-the-wall shop in a small town in West Virginia. Grumpy ass old man who ran the place, but he ran it right.
European?
I thought he was Egyptian.
Proserpina may want to have words with you.
That image sums up the entirety of the series. You’ll say it every other page.
This is also the comic series that gave us Snowflame, who consumes extreme amounts of cocaine, which gives him his powers.
New Guardians was not a good series, but it’s funny as fuck in all the worst ways while also trying to deal with serious topics like “I’m gay, and have AIDs”.
Heroes aren’t always good people. Their reasons are lost to time to the average person, but the message is remembered. The actions supersede the reason.
Guy Fawkes is not remembered as a person, he’s remembered as a figure.
Not calling this a good thing.
Yes, it was! In fact, this wasn’t uncommon! Several early PC titles would ask you questions and point you to the page in the manual.
Another one was Code Rings, cardboard discs you had to align words/symbols on to get the code to play the game.
If you lost your manual/ring, or bought a second hand copy without one, you were absolutely fucked on playing your game.
I’m kinda terrified of an Oppenheimer beyblade.
Those things are already kinda scary, if they get up to the right speeds. Probably won’t break a bone, but some of them shoot out of that arena damn quick, and some can get heavy as hell for a spinning top toy. Pretty durable, too.
So long as you know you aren’t dealing with an expert, confidence in your nonsense will get you impressively far.
You know he’s never going to give it to you.
My friend, do yourself a favor and invest in a proper grinder. You can find pocket grinders with a kief catch for like $15. That catch will be your friend during the hard times. Let it build until you need it, and never clean that shit unless it is into your apparatus of choice.
ETA: Clean the grinder teeth, not the catch. Just knock it into the catch with a toothbrush before you do. Sometimes you can scrape some extra goodness up, but it sucks using a gummed grinder. Should be able to grind in one smooth motion, not too much resistance.
When I prayed for Jesus to be packin’, this is not what I meant.
Oh well, least I still have Mohammed. Maybe Buddha, too.