I, as an American, never thought I’d see something that trumps my truck-boat-truck.
Brings a tear to my eye.
I, as an American, never thought I’d see something that trumps my truck-boat-truck.
Brings a tear to my eye.
Not pictured is the NASCAR track on the fifth level.
Pointless circles, solved!
Bep bup! German Bot here!
“Das ist richtig” means “That is true”
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: pours one out for every dude that had a GF that lost herself to a Pinterest Interest wall: (or vice versa)
Quickly? Granted, it was over a decade ago, but it took 6-8 years for Myspace to die proper , by my recollection.
I still wish I could bop over there and check in on bands that probably imploded a decade ago.
This post reminded me to take my meds.
Beer was the only drink you could get in prole pubs. The proles were supposed not to drink gin, though in practice they could get hold of it easily enough. The game of darts was in full swing again, and the knot of men at the bar had begun talking about lottery tickets. Winston’s presence was forgotten for a moment. There was a deal table under the window where he and the old man could talk without fear of being overheard. It was horribly dangerous, but at any rate there was no telescreen in the room, a point he had made sure of as soon as he came in.
"E could ‘a drawed me off a pint,’ grumbled the old man as he settled down behind a glass. 'A 'alf litre ain’t enough. It don’t satisfy. And a ‘ole litre’s too much. It starts my bladder running. Let alone the price.’
‘You must have seen great changes since you were a young man,’ said Winston tentatively.
The old man’s pale blue eyes moved from the darts board to the bar, and from the bar to the door of the Gents, as though it were in the bar-room that he expected the changes to have occurred.
‘The beer was better,’ he said finally. ‘And cheaper! When I was a young man, mild beer – wallop we used to call it – was fourpence a pint. That was before the war, of course.’
-1984
To be fair, the last time I shoved a sensor up a cows ass my gains were minimal.
Maybe an always tensioned hydraulic like on a screen door? I realize this is just self closing and not close on demand, but seems like it would get the job done.
You haven’t tasted /my/ hands…
I’ll just go to my local anarchist store.