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I’m a big fan of Vivaldi as well for all the reason you mentioned, but also it’s more lightweight than Chrome and still supports uBlock

Humbug. If the pleb jumps, it just shows they don’t appreciate the ruling class.

His goal is a destroy the United States of America.

Once everyone understands this, his actions make sense.

Each?!?!

Fuck that. I’ll pay $300 for the set and let them do the work for me. LOL

About $300 is what the mechanics in the area usually charge. The dealership is more.

I don’t have a big, stupid, oversized, vehicle with blind spots. I can park normally.

I keep expecting to see him wearing an ill-fitting military uniform covered in fake awards and accommodations.

I hate all these automatic sensors in new cars. I don’t usually buy new cars, I get ones that are a few years used. Almost all of them have a light on the dash for a “tire error” because the stupid sensor has died and no one in their right mind wants to spend $300 to replace a thing that tells you your tire pressure is low. Plus, the things die in a few years anyway.

I just do the Homer Simpson solution and put a bit of black tape over the tire error light.

Grade 6. Biology classes lasted about an hour or so, every day, for a week or two.

Boys and girls were broken into their own groups. I assume this was to help avoid being embarrassed about things in front of the opposite sex.

We were told if we made jokes or giggled, we failed for the day and had to sit in the hall. We nervously and embarrassingly giggled a bit the first day but after we got into it things were fine.

The classes were very straight forward. Dry. Matter of fact. Covered everything they needed to cover for basic biology, how sex works, body parts and what they do, etc, but didn’t talk about things like birth control.

Unzips…

Please, continue.

I used to have a coworker who would also say things like “I’ll ping you after the meeting” and I’d chuckle because it sounded so stupid.

One day he asked me why I was smirking and I lied and told him “You know what ‘pinging’ means, right? It’s the act of putting a metal rod in your urethra and tapping it with a tuning fork.”

He NEVER said it again.

A can of chili over some cooked rice, add a little salt and extra hot sauce. This was my broke young adult fancy meal.

I guess that means I have to break out the old GOATSE wall paper.

30 years ago I expected this, but thought it was going to be sexier.

The future fucking blows.