One of my bosses favorite lines on the floor at VW was “Build it like your family will be driving it”.

I wish I had video of when someone hit back with “I know how these are built, you think I’m going to let my family drive one?”

Why would it wave back? The land is letting the sea wash over it, really ride it, grind down all over it.

Tsunamis are frequently caused by the earth shaking under the sea. She rides damn good and gets her big wave for it.

“God damn this cholesterol, deep within your arteries”

I’ll take it. I know how to deal with Victorian ghost boys.

Sacrifice a McDonalds Sprite, it’ll send them to the other side.

Alternatively, if you’re attracting mainly orphans, trap their souls as part of a machine that lets you experience your greatest dreams while within it.

Some people find the experience of sticking things in their urethra highly stimulating. Some of those people get tired of the typical thin rod, and need something… More.

I’ve always been more curious as to who figured this out first. Someone had to be the first to scratch the inside of their dick with a stick to awaken a whole new itch, and I find that just slightly terrifying.

Passing Through by Kaden MacKay.

It came on while I was driving, struggling through feeling like I just didn’t have enough time. Trying to work up the cash to get to a better place, feeling stuck in a dead-end job that I’ve lost what little passion I had for, not really many opportunities to get something better in my area.

Trying to work through my own identity, feeling how much of who I have been was something built on the things pushed onto me, feeling like I’ve missed so much of my own life being buried within a shell that was just starting to open. Trying to open it more, knowing I had to face the risks because staying inside was killing me.

Feeling like I was behind, running towards something I could never catch. I had to pull over because I had started crying. I was doing all this, making myself feel worse, and never taking that chance to just be. To be comfortable in my skin, to be who I really am, to let the time pass through and just smile, even for a little while.

That comment section was worth reading just for someone bitching about “Paarthurnaxs dragon tits” making the dragonscript hard to read.

They generally have them on the containment units, and if they’re used elsewhere, on the pipes/machines carrying/using the chemicals.

Now, if they’ve been properly replaced since installation is a completely different question. I’ve seen far too many faded/shredded diamonds on the sides of things.

With tea I normally stick to green teas, mint or lemon, sometimes a little sugar just for a bit of sweetness. More something to help me relax.

Coffee depends. If I’m making it myself, it’s coming out as road tar and gets a couple spoonfuls of sugar. If I’m out ordering at a cafe or something, I normally grab a hot Mocha.

I won’t lie, when I was putting six 12 hour shifts in a week for a factory job, that’s about what my car looked like, just with Rehabs. I was chugging those bastards just to keep on my feet by about day 4 of my week.

Yet, somehow, that wasn’t my wake-up call that the job wasn’t worth it. That took “It’s okay that we emissions test on animals, every auto company does it!”

I feel like I say this about every book Brian K. Vaughn touches, but Paper Girls is so good. Worth a read if you like time travel plots, features an LGBT+ character going through self acceptance in a very real way for the fantastical nature of the plot.

“I Gave My Life To Truck-Kun, But Went To Heaven Anyway To Be The Better Angel” might sway them.

Get on it, Vatican City.

You just put us through the entire lifecycle of a meme. Inception, adoption, oversaturation, deconstruction.

This is not natural. You’re going to mess with the balance of the memecosystem if you keep this up!

It’s like the early 2000s returned to vomit into my eyeballs, without the rampant phobia.

I adore it.

Damn, surprised Hotline Miami made that little. It feels like it’s still a fairly well known indie title. Not Stardew Valley big, but large enough that people still refer to it occasionally.

When I prayed for Jesus to be packin’, this is not what I meant.

Oh well, least I still have Mohammed. Maybe Buddha, too.

That’s the bad(and good) part with my lot. So damn intelligent and persistent, they figure out a way.

I’ve been tempted to move to child locks, but I’m half scared that by the time they’ve fully grown, they’ll have figured out how to manipulate those. I know at least one has figured out how to unzip my backpack, flush the toilet, and turn on faucets. She’s almost gotten down how to turn doorknobs by dangling.

“Who found a new way into the trash?”

Doesn’t matter what I do, someone is finding a way in there to see if there’s anything left in a food can.

Somehow while scrolling, I managed to see “U liar” and “I’m a cat not an idiot” first, and got really confused on how they got Lying Cats sassy energy but fucked up the depiction so badly before realizing there was more.

“I do not embezzle with my hand; he who embezzles with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I embezzle with my mind.”