Limp Bizkit were the Babe Ruth of that genre.

No fishnets this year. It was 20 degrees.

*are. I fucking hate AI-autocorrect. I don't want a robot to speak for me! *scribbling down notes for a future dystopian-sci fi novel that will just remain in my head until I die; and then vanish*

I think I might be getting... an aura?

Yeah, I found that out on my miter-saw after my ol' lady went through the 80-tooth and 60-tooth blades without telling me she was going to use it. I had to replace both of those and get a laminate blade.

I'd had a couple. They're not bad, but they're not great. If you drop it, chuck it. They're fine for softer pines, but I used them to rip laminate-floor tiles before I got a table saw and they dulled pretty quickly.

I think there's a certain naivety amongst journalists that they don't understand that the nature of war has changed and that they are suddenly on the frontlines. Words shape and define the conflict more than bullets, now.

Bullets are the last line of conflict, these days.

Fucking Lady Bigfoot is worth some dough; but getting fucked by Lady Bigfoot? I could milk that whole book-tour for millions.

Male-Bigfoot? Reverse-Amazon position. That way neither of us would be the top or bottom. No one is the "the gay one" (according to aircraft, washrack logic) in that arrangement.

Female-Bigfoot? Same, or... I run at her with my cheeks spread.

Scorcese is the worst actor in his own movies; but, he often the best cameo in movies that aren't directed by him.

As much as I've been following this, I'm kind of laughing about how JIATF-S noped the fuck their way out of this at the very beginning.
In a normal-world, this would be a JIATF-S operation. Crickets. They dipped and let these dipshits run the whole thing.

There was a girl a few years ago who used to include like 5 minutes of aftercare in all of her clips and it so was refreshing to see. So completely different than what other people were doing.

Miss...

Anyhow, I'm going to go to the cornerstore tomorrow and buy a coffee, an apple-fritter, and 12-pack of Blue Light at 9am and knock these AARs out at my own pace.

Kids, don't get caught in someone else's artificial-deadline, just because they have ADHD and an anxiety-disorder.

You can't direct yourself.

Totally needs addressing when it gets too much. I get the occasional weirdos, but I'm sure you get orders of magnitude more.