Ok, but this is NCD. Would you like a flute of Trader Joe’s finest champagne? It’s not very good, but it’s free.
Captain of the Kabob Palace Guard.
Ok, but this is NCD. Would you like a flute of Trader Joe’s finest champagne? It’s not very good, but it’s free.
Microwave ovens. Pizza pockets are haram now.
The beardy Riker one is so right in so many ways. EDIT: fixed spelling
Anyone else wanna negotiate?
I’m ok with that. I am drinking cheap, dry champagne right now in real life.
That’s KorbenDallassss
I’m afraid he means Georgia the nation, instead of the US state, because he doesn’t know the difference.
Whoa whoa whoa talkin’ about that little lady
Borg all the way, all the time. The Zerg would never rate a two part season ending cliffhanger.
This is too tasteful for this community and for Tinker Air Force Base. Not up to spec.
Well, first, you gotta pre-game by getting THAT drunk in uniform, with strangers. Make sure there’s no one around that you know. You’re ready for the big leagues.
Newer cars that have unibodies can look relatively fine and be all smashed like a soda can on the inside. The metal crumples to redirect the force away and protect the delicate meatbag in safe zones. Your knees and elbows and head might whip around like a mofo. Be glad the airbag didn’t activate, because it might break your nose. The unibody CAN save your meat by itself. Source: personal walk away from a approx. 50 mph front and rear impact and the plastic and glass didn’t look that bad. No airbags, no problem. Thanks, unibody design!
I know, right?
Your hole carries the fate of us all, little one.
The staff folds into a bat’leth. Not that he needs it with those terrifying eyes.
We’ll be the first to know when Putin falls down the stairs onto some bullets. I got Flores’ gaiter on my head, just started day shift at the listening post. It’s under the grease trap of the McDonald’s on Red Square.
Oh, no, keep memeing about Dukat, it’s cathartic! Baddies are always more fun.
This is spooky, you just memed up every dinner I’ve ever endured with my mother in law.
“Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong . …” RIP Merlin, you were tha Guvnah!