The guy with the hoody and the milk looks like a time traveler who stopped in for a photo with Lee Harvey Oswald, crouched in the back.

I’ve always wanted to run a Rick and Morty-esque Dungeons & Dragons game where the characters are asynchronistic / from a non-D&D universe, and are aware that they’re stuck in a game that only exists in the minds of the players. Their main role, apart from surviving, is figuring out how to continue existing, or escape the game altogether. Meanwhile the D&D universe, as usual, is going through some fucked up shit with monsters and evil assholes.

I haven’t figured out a mechanism for how they might be able to “escape” yet though lol. Maybe defeating the BBEG sends them back to their own universe somehow?

The one filled with those people…

You know the ones.

zing

He’s already called all the stock market turmoil “Biden’s market”, hilariously.

Chili-P, man!

Nah, for some of us, it’s a talent and a calling.

Look:

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I know, I’m an artist. It’s OK to be in awe.

Haha the RS200 is the only “Cossie” I’m actually familiar with, as we didn’t get the homologated version in the USA :(

I did not recognize the Peugot though lol. Both sound like a load of fun to drive

is that a Cossie back there?

big want

About twice as long as half of its length

It’s all Seinfeld.

on my keychain with a set of handcuff keys and some earplugs lol

Maybe I’m desensitized to it, because I live in an area where that’s possible, but I don’t really have a fear of that. Despite what people would have you believe, that’s actually very rare.

I feel as if I am the only one in my city with a horn, it’s ridiculous.

There is a light where you are not allowed to turn left because it blocks everyone behind you and oncoming traffic is too dense to actually make the turn, so there is a sign indicating no left turns, and a green arrow for the light, indicating that you may only go straight. Yet people will sit here for an entire light cycle waiting to take an illegal left turn and no one behind them honks. I just don’t understand it.

I feel no guilt in holding my horn down until they get out of everyone’s way.

With the profit margins on alcohol you really don’t need to be rich in it. The issue is acquiring a license to sell it.

But really, when you buy a single shot at a bar, (price and liquor dependent, ofc), it generally pays for 1/4 to 1/2 of the entire bottle, considering the bottles are normally purchased in bulk.

When I was bartending years ago we’d get bottles of Jameson whiskey for ~$15 a bottle, then sell shots for $5.00 each. 3 1.5oz shots sold from a 750ml bottle paid for the whole bottle and left another 14.5 shots to sell.

Best decision I ever made.

I’ll still smoke some weed and occasionally (rarely) other things, but next month marks 4 years without alcohol and holy shit life is so much better.

It was tough at first, but entirely worth it.

Weed might be different, but please note that gold coins are solid and that attempting to dive into them like Mr. McDuck did will likely end in serious injury or death.

If the former occurs, I’m sure you’d be able to afford the medical bills, though.

Edit: better word choices

Oof yes and don’t get me started on roundabouts.

It would take him years, but the frown would eventually be turned upside down, under a bridge, if memory serves correctly.

Idk that depends, probably. I’m in my thirties, never played half life, and therefore don’t get the joke, even with context lol