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Yeah, and it’s awesome! Same with Lemon Chicken. I want to experiment with a peach sauce.
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
Yeah, and it’s awesome! Same with Lemon Chicken. I want to experiment with a peach sauce.
I’m not sure how he’s everywhere, but I’m thankful.
As a furry, this breaks my (OC) generic neon green wolf’s heart (don’t steal).
It’s like a necktie for your butt! I’d take it over flat-butt.
I’m literally losing friends by nature of death. It’s been humbling and horrifying, and I don’t know how to make sense of it. I’m terrified and there’s no getting out of this roller coaster.
Pinky and the Brian? Hey, any port in a writer’s strike.
That’s cool, but… you could automate that with macros.
I suppose I would pronounce it like, “Giff”.
So if I’m wearing an Arduino to power some LED’s for cosplay, how often do I have to get struck by lightning to keep it going?
skeld@lemmy.world did the math below. It’s a little impractical, particularly for Tesla to engineer.
You can turn off nudity in BG3, but it won’t push your buttons if you exclusively get off on space lasers.
Yo, you looking to recruit? I’m unabashedly brazen with sharing my search history.
Furries have to get to space somehow.
Thanks for the mathematical proof!