Instead of deleting everything, edit it to sometime else. Quick brown fox that shit.
Instead of deleting everything, edit it to sometime else. Quick brown fox that shit.
You gotta ask Tim Apple about that.
Why no one wants to host the Olympics
It’s German potato salad which is even less salad like than American styled potato salad.
It’ll be an elephant walk of ai and ai adjacent services.
I’ve had the algorithm try to. It starts with a seemingly benign short that might have one questionable thing that most will overlook. Or may have a mildly controversial designed to agitate engagement.
It doesn’t even matter if you like any aspect of it, so long as it gets the clicks and comments.
The Sexicutor, maybe?
I’m sure the blonde on the left is his mom, and not the first time.
My lifestyle necessitates being able to go outside at a moment’s notice.
Ah, the Ford Escape Bronco
“YoU’vE aLrEaDy ShArEd ThIs FiLe. Do YoU wAnT tO rEpLaCe It?”
I’m glad the sports ball people have something. Good for them.
Oh, that gap in the mid to late 2000s? Let me direct you to the Wikipedia page. The Great Recession
My first car didn’t have a blower in the air conditioning system. It worked off of convection. The first winter I drove it, I’d roll down the window and stick my head out into the weather.
What if there were a place to post truly unpopular opinions but we didn’t call it out?
I know. We could call it Popular Opinions.
I figured they were conspicuous show pieces, intended for others to see on one’s bookshelf or in one’s hand in public.
They could be owned by sewer rats. But that wouldn’t matter 'cause I don’t eat the mother fucker anyway.
I’ve encountered both. The two I mentioned got the point across.
All the damn time as a kid. So no one can say I didn’t try.
How else are you suppose to identify the poors?