You know he’s never going to give it to you.
You know he’s never going to give it to you.
Embrace the Rot by Endless Tavern.
That also takes dedicating a good chunk of time to practice.
Ain’t nothin’ in the RAW that states a sentient pile of dust can’t play basketball.
Their fault for being more edible than the rest. Get less tasty, maybe you’ll get a better name!
No one else built a Walking Eye.
Look around. Who else has a Walking Eye? That’s right, Walking Eye, everyone wants a piece.
Just avoid Australia, you’ll be fine.
They’ll look mean, and your cook can at least handle a couple methheads(maybe more, depends on when they last stepped out back to take a bump), but if you’re not there to cause problems, a lot of that demeanor can fall away.
Especially your owl crews. They gauge you upon entrance, you’re either fucked to the gills to start shit, or you’re that special kinda person who really just wanted some smothered, covered, and chunked hashbrowns at 1:45AM.
His crippling meatball addiction. She can never know he fell off the wagon. I’ve seen it before. You think it’s a safety food, the easy pick off the menu. Then you hear something messing with the trash cans late one night, go out to check, and there’s your neighbor, in their underwear, six cans deep into a Chef Boyardee overload.
“Can’t expect me to train my replacement if I don’t remember how I did it!”
Just the one turtle. Well, at least per world. I guess two, it you drop off the edge while they’re mating.
And there’s four elephants down there, too.
All except the bottom left.
Though I could be wrong, I don’t know his biological parents, maybe extraterrestrial life keep it in the family.
Do we mean spray it with some form of perfume, or turn it into a scent?
Cause I feel like the latter is somewhere in the background of the movie “Perfume”.
This is what happens when you take things away. Used to be you’d just levitate yourself wherever you needed to go.
Then there’s Fallout. Who needs horses? Courier can carry themself and 400 pounds of Sunset Sarsaparilla up a damn near vertical cliff face if you do the side-to-side.
Kinda surprised it took this long for someone to take another whack.
For anyone hungry for some DMC, there’s a 2007 series. It takes place between DMC 1 and 2, 12 episodes, I remember having a decent time with it. No clue if there’s an English dub, I remember finding it on sketchy sites with subs, back in the day.
Instead of global warming, we shoulda patrolled the Mojave.
Not with Trek, but I’m a former stagehand and I’ve done amateur stagework. Spent a lotta time building and maintaining sets and props. I’ve been there.
You’re backstage, you’ve got how everything should look memorized, it’s all set up, and for a moment, while it’s just you and that dry run, you forget yourself. You’re a part of the show.
Eventually you step back, remember it’s all fake. You notice the little flaws, notice the floor isn’t just right under your feet. You were tired, trying to get something done. A lapse.
I genuinely believe in the magic of the stage. Not in the sense of a spell, but of the ritual. No matter if it’s on a screen, or in person, if you do it right, we let go. For a moment, we forget our world and step into another.
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.
And this is how “Scroll of Instant Kaiju” began.
My father frequently used “That’s low on the scrotum pole” for an issue he didn’t care about. I’ve been thinking about this for a terrifyingly long time.
Draw faces, and have them positioned by importance.