I still think well-regulated militias should be a pre-requisite for owning firearms, at least as far as compliance with the 2A. Like have them be registered and require at least biannual training and ammo inventories, and there you go, easy. But something at least.

Something’s uncanny about Putin here, is this a body double, AI, a much older photo, or has he had some work done recently?

It’s ok, the universe is expanding faster than the Milky Way can be attracted.

I think it might be a good idea to tax loans like this as income, but I’m not an economist and am not sure what the follow on effects would be. I feel like if there were exceptions it might be used as a loophole, but if there aren’t it might affect poorer people trying to get loans for housing.

My wife did the shopping for some of the bigger ticket stuff, I did the stocking stuff (which included some fun toys), I did most of the wrapping but it probably would’ve been more even split if she didn’t have a chronic disease sapping her energy.

We refrigerate our onions, really cuts down on the crying.

I know it’s a shit post, but the street sign had to be right there or he’s looking at a map, otherwise how does the guy know it’s Eucalyptus St?

Brick Top: You’re always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.

Sol: Would someone mind telling me, who are ya?

Brick Top: And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it’s no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies’ digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don’t want to go sievin’ through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, “as greedy as a pig”.

As long as we’re coming up with overly convoluted reasons that a minor plot device from a fantasy space opera makes sense in a rigorous scientific way, why not assume that they were genetically engineered specifically as a torturous punishment for the Hutt syndicate? Bioengineering is apparently canon, so there’s in-universe justification.

I’m with you there, though I would push that button like every other day. I like being a guy, and I think I would like being a girl about half the time, though ideally I’d control two bodies simultaneously all the time.