I feel like I just read an SCP document
I sent in my application but I think it got bounced by an llm. I had heinous crimes and a show of force, even a few murders. But no! I get an email back about “hiring from within.” Like what, do they promote their mooks to the executive level?
Wait, they promote their mooks to the executive level? Fuckin… Goodcorp doesn’t do that. And they’re good. It’s in their name. That’s, like, crazier than… Something that’s crazy.
Hot take: all artifacts should be located in the most geopolitically stable area possible
Hotter take: un peacekeepers should protect world heritage sites with weapons-free orders
Based on my understanding of the state of the ground in cities, that is absolutely disgusting.
No, but you do have to make enough to convince the bank to loan you the money to buy it. Houses in major cities cost WAY more than $170k.
What is a tree?
If strawberries do not have nipples, then where does strawberry milk come from?
Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til’ ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!
That’s certainly a possibility, but it doesn’t seem like the most likely explanation to me.
If the child stayed in the native community wouldn’t that imply that they would likely grow up to have a child with someone else in that community? And that their descendants would be more than half a percent native genetically?
I hate to be that guy in this case but he has not been convicted, and so he is an alleged murderer. He deserves the pre-trial treatment we would like to be given to someone who has been wrongly accused.
I wish him a speedy trial and a very fucking long execution.
They are quite similar, to the point that redbacks are sometimes called “Australian black widows” over here
Ah, but if we’re splitting hairs then we must consider that none of the wee beasties in the image are true bugs.
The life support machine called…
I think Abraham Lincoln’s head just did that.
During the siege of Leningrad they actually did have to resort to cooking in machine oil, among other awful things. Of course they were almost all women, because the men were fighting the war
I read in popular science that it might be possible to use a variety of different kinds of gases to carry heat, or perhaps some kind of radiant heat or even radio waves to cook food. But sadly this fantastic technology is still just fiction. I hope I get to see a form of cooking that doesn’t involve immersing food in hot liquid. I wonder what it would taste like.
Apparently there’s nothing special about 8 buffalos; any sentence that consists solely of the word buffalo repeated is grammatically correct. Also as an idiot on this subject I can confidently tell you that as long as you throw some lowercase buffalos in there nobody is going to notice.