Icing a cake takes time, especially when it’s one meant to feed between 90 and 100 people. We’re not trying to ruin your kids birthday when we need 24 hours notice for something that size, it’s that someone needs to take at least 2 hours to get it done, and we can’t magically make that happen on short notice and full days.
At this point, I blame the devs. This has been a known quantity for years. Does it move? A player wants to fuck it. Does it not move? Gettin’ fucked by it. Does it not exist? They’ll find a way to dick it or get dicked by it.
This is how things work.
You’re the reason they put bitterant on Switch carts.
One might even say it was quite ogrish, back in the day.
Maybe not at first, but think of it like strength training.
You build up to the base.
Just two horny bros, not a Nidorina in sight.
The short time I used an iPhone, I just didn’t like how it felt. The restrictive nature, personally really don’t dig Apple’s whole UI design. It felt like a quality phone, build wise, but Apple just ain’t for me.
Also, price. I paid $100 for my Motorola that’s good enough to last me the next 2 to 3 years, and features a headphone jack, which is all I really wanted. Could take or leave the Dolby Atmos shit, but the sound quality is decent for a phone.
I’ve grown fond of “Don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me, we have to exist on this marble together, so how about we work to make it better”.
We’re all in the shit together, but if they wanna make it smell worse, they deserve the punch.
Someone go tell Shinji to get in the fucking robot again.
Linguine. You’re expecting some strong, has-it-together fettuccine, but instead I’m a plateful that can barely hold it together and is trying to play pretend at being one of the better pastas.
Reject modern living. Fight a bear, wear its skin, live in its cave, do drugs. Let the people come to you, and if found unworthy, feast as the bear did.
See, you’re looking at it logically.
What you need is a frontal lobe lobotomy so you can happily ignore whatever you please, just like they do.
Millennial, I guess? Dead on early '90, so I think that about fits.
I think that’s actually a service, somewhere. They bring the treadmill to the dogs.
Mind asking your future connection to fire up Stanley Parable for me?
Let’s see what fuckery they baked in.
They won’t until they absolutely have to.
Which at this rate is fucking never.
The Pain went by pretty quick for me, just tranq’d him down and got the camo.
Who you’re looking for is The End, took like 8 days to finish blathering and die so I could eat his bird raw over his pathetic corpse.
I’m trying to get my own hands on it, but all of her cookbooks are in boxes that currently reside with my grandfather’s new wife, who has made it her mission to piss on everything of his old life, even his family.
Funnily enough, the men in my family are the cooks, normally!
My step-grandmother, though… She knew how to bake. It didn’t matter what she decided to make, it would turn out delicious. She refined a Black Forest cake recipe from scratch, I’ve never had another one like it. The moistness of the cake, icing just rich enough to make a statement, cherries that were the perfect ripeness.
She ruined that cake for me. I know a part of it is the memories, all the time wrapped around when she would bake that, but if I had one wish, it would be to have one more slice.
Probably about as bad as Tony the Tiger.
Actually, Tony’s online appearances are rarer, by now the poor Sonic interns are probably chowing down on chili dogs while Sonic makes a fresh one across Robotnik.