The Treachery Of Lemmy Shitpost
Ceci n'est pas une robinet
The Treachery Of Lemmy Shitpost
Ceci n'est pas une robinet
I had a grey pocket t-shirt I wore regularly for almost a decade, until it was finally too threadbare to go on.
It was comfortable like it was a size too big, but it actually fit pretty well. It was just the right length so it wasn't too long but also I could raise my arms straight up without exposing any of my belly and causing sinful thoughts in others. The neck was loose and comfortable but didn't sag in the front. It never really shrank or altered shape despite hundreds of trips through the drier. And somehow, in all that time, I never got any food on it I couldn't get out.
It was the perfect t-shirt.
Someday I'm going be lying in a hospital bed waiting for my visit from a time traveler who's unconcerned about temporal hygiene.
I've thought about this before, especially when the crew is visiting pre-warp / pre-universal translator societies. At least when it's someone like the Klingons you can really stretch and try to justify it with something like, "maybe there are a lot of different languages lumped under Klingon, so everyone is using translators all the time anyway."
Way to shut up, Wesley.
Still using the demo disc
Always take protection to a swingers party.
Linux swinger parties: On the way in you drop a thumb drive loaded with a distro installer in a fishbowl, then spend 30 minutes drinking energy drinks and dunking on MS, then grab a random thumb drive on your way out. That's your new daily driver.
All of Neil's insecurity and bravado stem from him not being able to kiss himself on the forehead
At least your Hyundai had a working rearview mirror so you had another way to see behind you.
I just emulated the artwork in question. French grammar isn't my forte