“Dogs are arseholes.”
Dog people: >:(, how dare you!
“Cats are arseholes.”
Cat people: We know.
“Dogs are arseholes.”
Dog people: >:(, how dare you!
“Cats are arseholes.”
Cat people: We know.
Bayonets “modern technology”.
Wears woven cloth and uses forged steel.
Hypocrite.
To be humiliated or humbled.
Folk etymology: it comes from the poor having to catch and eat crows (which aparently taste disgusting) to prevent starving to death.
Changelog: Hi, guys. So you probably noticed that I pulled the humour repo. Short answer is it was conflicting with everything, and I don’t have the time or energy to fix it. My advice is to remove humour from your dependancies and purge it from the system.
Sorry, I know how important humour is to some of you. If anyone wants to take up maintenance of the repo, I can mail you the terabytes of error logs you need to sort through.
I think I think, therefore, I think I think I am, I think?
This is as close to a statement of certainty as you will get from philosophy.
This is you. This is who you are. The rest is just a life support system for this bit.
Ceasar conquered Gaul, but Nicomedes conquered Ceasar!
Also “yielded to Hephaeston’s thighs” - maybe Diogenes.
Be honest.
sigh No-one ever wanted to work. It was a requirement for your existence to continue being tolerated.
Thank you.
I’m afraid I can’t help you, but thr reason the answer is wrong is because Pig isn’t a job, it’s a calling.
# chmod -R +x 777 /
For those of us who like to live dangerously.
to a many winged being whose eyes were covered
Seraphim, you’re talking about Seraphim. Who are one choir of angels.
The one the gets me though is Cherubim/Cherubs. How does a being with four wings, four faces (three of which come from animals), and the hooves of an ox, become a fat infant?
Patch Notes:
Thank you for your feedback. We hope this patch helps alleviate some concers that have been expressed for the future of Real Life™.
There are three people wearing hats inside. That’s all I can come up with.
It was last Tuesday you sauceless heretic!
That’s okay, youl still have time for that.
No gods or masters in the streets.
God yes, Master~ in the sheets.
No state but the Prostate!
THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN.