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I think you forgot to include cobble topping, a critical component of blueberry cobbler. Can you post it again with an updated ingredient list, please?

For him, hate = money. So probably was thinking about how much more hate he could have made. Such regret.

You are a special sort of person, major major.

Seconded. The blanket is equivalent to a formal invite.

That would be awesome for a person with a compatible gender. Like, you are so interesting and attractive I'm willing to expand my horizons.

The old Rangers were the epitome of trucks that get shit done.

I think there's a significant part of American culture and mythology constructed around self-reliance. It is at the heart of the rage over socialism (that and anti-communist sentiment left-over from the Cold War), the hardcore prepper mindset, and pickup trucks.

When that is your identity logic doesn't play into it, unfortunately.

Also, the prevalence of $100k+ vehicles is getting goddamn ridiculous.

Happy, even.

You're not overthinking it. The complexity of the logistics of getting lubricant in mass quantities to your sexual assault victims can't be overstated. I'm guessing they weren't pinching pennies so a convenient, disposable solution likely won the decision.

I hope I don't end up on a list for this comment.

Just left the same comment. It was surreal for the few moments you were on the bridge.

The other thing I remember vividly is the poor guy who ran up to one of the actors who was in full Klingon costume. The guy belted out some phrase in Klingon you know he had been rehearsing for weeks and stood there, proud and expectant. The actor glared down at him and in forceful English said, "I do not speak that dialect, human."

I've never seen someone's dreams be shattered so visibly and thoroughly in so short a time.

I had the opportunity many years ago visit the Star Trek TNG experience in Vegas. There was a point where they rush you through the bridge of NCC-1701D. I had that same feeling in that moment.

Which was the point of the experience, of course, and I know if I had stayed for more than a quick walk across the deck the sensation would have fallen apart. But in that moment I was in the place I had seen so many times before. It felt familiar and registered as the same.

nazi cock might have npr spit on it

Ne'er shall I find poetry as eloquent in sentiment and imagination on this hallowed Internet. Good night.