I'm losing it imagining a tiny sandwich in a dime bag.
I'm pretty sure there's been more than one other renegade time lord so the implication premise is false.
This does not disprove the premise that The Bachelor exists, though I believe that Agent 007 James Bond is the identity being passed to a successor and not an individual.
I'm prepping Anne Frank's Diary style over here, hope it doesn't come to it though
One man's response to "I have a girlfriend" was "So do I".
They're just gross and disrespectful, the goalposts constantly moving.
Moving into a studio apartment was the best thing for me, one big room I can constantly survey and be comfortable.
Trying to get people to listen over the last few years has only made me feel like Cassandra.
Occasionally I'll find myself physically attracted to a person I assume is a man. Then I'll find out they're some flavor of trans, or he says/does something unattractive.
- Here, all we get are a few specks of time where any of this actually makes any sense, and I will cherish these few specks of time
I believe the phrasing is "Pissing in an ocean of piss"
Someone send me the link when they start auctioning these off. I want to turn one into an RV.
We don't have a resource problem, we have a distribution problem.
Resources are constantly being wasted to accelerate the wealth transfer up the chain.
Show atlas 772's have been a game changer.