“Shh! Shh! Guys! Keep it down will you? And can someone tell Anerakios to stop farting into the horses head?”
“Shh! Shh! Guys! Keep it down will you? And can someone tell Anerakios to stop farting into the horses head?”
The giant horse was a symbol of Trojan, so it makes sense that the symbol of the english is a giant rabbit.
“So you run and you run to catch up with your mum, cos she’s simping
Turn you around, to come up behind you again…”
More info on Boeing?
he “disappeared” in WWI, says the wiki. It could be that he’s out there right now, tapping away to the cube roots of all kinds of things.
I’m just going to start singing “ba laa laa lalalala” and I hope you will join int.
And, what of it? Were you able to remember details about yourself?
Ah I see, thanks for the context. Nonetheless, can’t DB take the profits from the Trucks and invest it in the Trains?
The company should still maintain the infrastructure, or pay back their consumers for every missed train. They’ve been making profit year-in year-out, the least they could do is throw some of their pocket change at the repair crew.
I overslept once outside of an airport in Wilmington. It was a dark, dreary day, and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. Thank God my boss burst into my room, dragged me out of bed, and pushed me in front of that powerpoint presentation. It went really well, despite some judging remarks about having baggy eyes.
>>> 0.1 + 0.2
0.30000000000000004
>>> 1e16 * (0.1 + 0.2)
3000000000000000.5
Yes.
The purist, non-conformist, jaded subhuman terrorist
From flesh to steel and blood to blade I fight to exist
A rival of justice, extreme rush of hatred
Survival in a twisted world where nothing is sacred
that statistic cannot be accurate. And yet it is… yet it is…
Kenshi. Though usually that means that your corpse was found by slavers, nursed back to health, and its up to you to find replacement limbs and then crawl/hobble/run away from the camp when no one is looking
me too, but it was my third leg instead
I really want this for a lot of games. GTA5 became this absolutely beautiful spectacle of a game once I had the ability to control the flow of time. Something beautiful about launching a rocket and watching it crawl to its destination under the twinkling sunlight, past the unsuspecting bypassers who barely have time to register that something is up. Breathtaking game.
I lived in terraced housing and I used to walk across the steep rooftop of my house down to the neighbors. At the time I thought I was being cool, like my hero, Daredevil. Looking back on it now, it was ridiculously dangerous.
I lament the loss of quite a few of my parallel selves.
Okay, but tell Georgo to make horse noises whilst doing that, okay?