WHAT’CHA’LOOGINATMAHGUT’FER?!

I also want to punch MAGAs and their dorky red hats, but you don’t really get to tell them to remove them. That’s their dumb fucking choice. Not worth getting booted off a plane for. Your energy would be better spent walking past them multiple times during the flight to fart.

For a safer experience, you can slowly morph into a giant nose that smells crime.

I’ll give these a shot if other approaches don’t work. Thanks for the info!

That’s a good idea. I have strong double-sided rug tape for hardwood floors that would work well.

I’ll try these things. Thanks!

My one cat has soggy noodles for brains and has decided after nearly seven years that she’s going to start scratching on the corners of our couch. She hasn’t done any real damage yet, but she’s caught in the act and ran off at least once per day. To make it worse, her cat tree (complete with multiple scratching posts) is in front of the window between the two couches, and 2/3 of the time she chooses those.

The couches are old at this point and covered in stains (they’ve survived nearly five years of parenthood), so they’re not of significant value to us, but we would like to buy a new livingroom set. I don’t know how to break this cat of her noodle-brained choices before doing so. Spray bottle doesn’t do much good, as the noodles don’t store enough memory to ever connect her actions to her consequence, and de-clawing is extremely cruel and not something we’re open to.

It irks me greatly that it takes place ~2,000 years before the main series, but architecturally and technologically they appear to be on par or perhaps even ahead of the 3rd/4th eras. The entire game just feels like a giant fan-fiction blunder. There is a near zero risk of death in the overworld due to an obnoxiously low difficulty, and the class system being bound to stupid themes like Templars and Dragonknights rather than just using the original skill/magic trees is one of the worst parts of the game to me. Base classes could have easily been signs of the Warrior, Mage and Thief, and then specialized to your hearts content from there.

Other than being one giant wasted potential in general, this is reminiscent of ESO. That game was packed full of expensive mounts (among a million other things) that didn’t fit in with the lore of the Second Era whatsoever, though fans of the game will certainly argue that the lore has been so muddied by Zenimax at this point that maybe the Second Era really was packed full of superheroes with glowing eyes, dragon wings and mechanical unicorns.

Prices were also designed so that no matter how many crowns you purchased, you always had some bullshit amount left over that couldn’t buy anything of real value, driving you to purchase even more crowns so that your leftovers aren’t wasted. I don’t think any of them were this expensive, but definitely just as frivolous.

I’d say Bandits, but he’s only worthy of the Renegades.

Putin belongs in Yantar like the swamp-fuck he is.

I wish I could go back two years and tell myself that soon everyone will hate this bucky asshole as much as I do.

I’ve been using Ghostery for years now and I don’t know whether or not it’s still relevant.

I also use a cat of this archetype. This is the Florida Flopper style housecat, but is sometimes identified as a Louisiana Long-dog.

How many Olympic-size swimming pools would it fill?

Sometimes you can find scimitars in there. You can chop a camel right in its hump and drink all of its milk right off the tip of those things.

Not going Eggo was their first mistake. In my experience, when it comes to frozen waffles, there is no room to fuck around.

HEROSHIMA! CHERNOBYL! WINDOWS 95! WE DO IT ONCE, WE DO IT AGAIN!

I get it. My wife and I just bought a home in Canada this summer and the pressure is very real. The prices just keep climbing and there is so much competition for everything that comes up on the market. Throw in periodic drops in interest rates and you feel like you have to pounce now or you’ll never get one.

We were very fortunate that the sellers chose us specifically because of our family dynamic and the vacancy their own family was leaving in our little neighborhood of playing/communal children. We got the house at asking price and are well within our budget, but things were looking a bit grim there until fate worked itself out. People put shit-holes up for 400k and half the time people buy it anyway. If they don’t, the price drops by 15k and it’s sold the next day.

That’s so fucked up. When I was young I was friends with this dysfunctional redneck family who had taken in this tiny black kitten for a couple of weeks and then ejected it from the home when they failed to properly litter train the thing. I remember it wandered outside in their swampy, semi-rural woods for a few days. Some time later I asked about the cat again, and was told the older brother had “shot it right in the heart with a 22 when he saw it come up the road”.

Looking back on my many weekends spent with that family, I can’t believe I agreed to keep going over there. But I was young, friends were scarce, and we could pretty much do whatever we wanted.

Eventually the family turned on me as well when I had apparently become the scapegoat any time my friend had gotten in trouble for doing something. The mom developed an inherent distaste for me and even the uncles and grandparents started treating me like shit for things I hadn’t done or had little involvement in.

Glad nobody shot me in the heart.