Here I am on 2024.7 waiting for card-mod to unfuck itself.
Scolded me for swearing at it.
"You'll fucking know when I'm swearing at you," was my reply to that shit the last time I gave it a spin (after it regurgitated nonsense after many prompts specifically asking for not nonsense).
Yo! Great work!
Is it because he's a 5'10" 180lb slot WR3 trying to fill in for routes made for either a 6'1" 225lb monster or a guy who runs faster routes with better hands?
Post game.
... a fan pouring a drink on Brown as he gave his gloves to someone in the stands.
So, not an ironic Lambeau Leap or [other antagonist shit Terrell Owens used to do].
Go (to the) Birds! 🦅
I made a few jugs of apple wine by pitching gallons of apple cider in the end table under my TV, (plastic) bottle conditioning and forgetting about them for a while.
Huge alcohol content, decent taste, nightmarish poops.
You win.
Elevation difference, probably relative to Room 1 (or water level).
Counterpoint: If you think you said something stupid, you're entitled to delete it. Don't feel obligated to hang your ass out there and take a beating for a cold take.
Roughly 50% of American voters.