Commodore Pet 4016
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Then a Commodore 64. Loved that machine.
Commodore Pet 4016
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Then a Commodore 64. Loved that machine.
Melt the ice cube, boil the resulting water to evaporate it, collect the vapour in a condenser, refreeze it... boom!
You, sir, are a gentleman, a scholar, and a poet.
Don't forget that in WW2 UK civilians were taught to pay attention to other peoples' shoes because of rumours of hairy-handed nuns in Fallschirmjäger issue boots. This kind of shit is nothing new.
Nothing real ever happens here. So me picking bits off the scab on my left knee has a good chance of making the national press.
More likely the 'journalist' just grabbed a stock image (it even credits Getty Images) of paragliders.
"Listin, his name is Listin. His sister? Listelle. What? His parents? Sigh. Listanathon and Listhana. His dog? Rufus, now can we move along, please?"
I’d stand on street corners telling everyone who passed by that one day people would be putting pineapple on pizzas.
State schools.
Shoes on. I didn’t splash out on these handmade hobnail boots just to leave them at the door.
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There is no height to beans, only depth.