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All those crosses on his chest are stick-ons, right? To be a “Christian soldier” and be that ignorant of the Bible is an absolute slap in the face to anyone that takes Christianity seriously.
Confident stupidity feels like Kegsbreath’s go-to move, though.
But Kennedy’s involvement with road kill did not stop with the bear.
Hold the fucking phone. This is not a subject to “yes-and” into.
To think that the Kennedy line ends like this is so damn sad.
RTFM, a prerequisite for Critical Thinking
It boggles my mind how many students can’t find answers in the one tool they have for any given subject. That’s Step 1 for problem solving just about everything: trust the literature and sort it the fuck out.
Plot twist: that’s her partner, Eric Andre.
Good on ya for respecting the gravity of it and his silence about it. It’s fucking horrible what war does to people. You could sign a contract with the best of intentions, naive as they may be. Regardless of why you joined, they have your ass, and whatever you’re forced into will weigh on you.
This happened decades ago, but I still think about it sometimes. It’s foggy, but some details I haven’t forgotten.
One of my friends invited me to the movies. His wife was doing laundry and wasn’t interested in the movie, so she stayed home while we took off. When we got to the theater, we realized we were over an hour early. So, we decided to go back to his place to grab a bite.
When we got back, I stayed in the living room while my friend went upstairs, looking for his wife.
Then I heard everyone shouting and screaming, the sound of metal banging on the floor. Heavy thuds and crying.
The door opened to the master bedroom upstairs and another man, covered in sweat and blood, scrambled out of the house.
I went upstairs and saw the aftermath: my friend’s weight set tossed to the floor, scuff marks and drops of blood everywhere. My friend and his wife were in the master bathroom, arguing and crying.
I don’t remember clearly what happened after that, but I know that my former friend beat a man nearly to death for sleeping with his wife.
Do you know that they were involved in violent acts? Did they serve overseas?
Also, if they did commit acts of violence, were they justifiable (for saving a person’s life from an assailant, for example)?
Maybe something like Guacamole with multiple users configured to ssh into a terminal. You can lock down permissions so users can only SSH automatically where they’re supposed to go.
It’s certainly a double-edged sword. Being at home is a net positive, but the pay cut, workload, and weird never-leaving-the-office feeling is there.
I could’ve sworn I saw this same shirt on there.
Working from home. It sounds like a dream, but it’s called a job for a reason.
We just need some duct tape, rope, and a windowless van, and we’re on Easy Street, fellas!
It’s not bad at all. Fedora Workstation has sane defaults. I’ve been enjoying Server Edition for years to monitor quadlets.
Didn’t Robot Chicken do something like this?
My finger point.
This is how we get Breakers. Smash their brains.
Is it just me, or does this pic get you in the mood for Chinese food? I’m being deadly serious.