And then the cravings begin…
Well, most of them didn’t get paid either…
Lies! There is no potatoe, only sadness.
"I am not here to talk to them. You are the hand chosen by the master! Yours is the wheel of blood! Yours is the sword of Michael! "
Behold this sacred relic! It’s his old samsung S5!
Narwhal is cool, but do you want to use the good Narwhal on just anyone? I want to use it for special occasions or that certain someone.
The only way to protect yourself from a bad guy with a sword is a good guy with a spear.
Say what you will about the giant bugs and socialist toasters, but they never sold out their own for a percentage.
Obviously! To keep the knob’s thoughts from being read.
They need to go to the hague food court, and punished for their food crimes.
Did you see a sign that says dead decepticon storage?
Yeah, same.It just never got better and I just motion sickness.
I this what you want?
I went through to the trouble of translating that, and it was worth it.
My plan A was similar. Just get cremated and just be scattered around my parents graves. Just so "I’m around“. Plan b, viking funeral. Plan “c” is getting cramated, getting an half and ounce of ashes, putting it in resin keychains. Then during the memorial, “take a little piece of Bob with you.”, and hand out the keychains. Eventually, you are going to lose it, go back to my wife, because she probably has a box of leftover me somewhere.
In Edge runners, they were putting people’s cremated remains in stainless steel capsule, like a world’s worst kinder surprise. That struck me as being very plausible in the future.
What!? And ruin the bottom line!? Blasphemous!
I tried. I’m new, I don’t know any better!