I’ve noticed this with modern standards. They just don’t have the same experience because nothing is actually linked. It’s all electronic. I miss the feeling of the linkage as I moved through the gears. Feeling the disc touch as you let out the clutch. There was a magic to that. Now it has the feeling of setting on your hand for too long.
Who taught this Tardigrade to play the Cello? Its all wrong. He’s not going to get any notes out of it playing it under the bridge.
Third option. I park out by an abandoned cart take it inside and use it. Then, like my mother taught me I put it back where I found it.
Am I an animal? An absolute savage? If I then returned the cart after finding it abandoned, then using it, does that make me double good?
Older Millennial here. I also grew up as technology did. Thank you for reading my T.E.D. talk today.
Ya, he identifies as a non-bald man. He had gender affirming care to make sure his hair is there and full.
Are those blueprints?
Sometimes there are genuine jewels in there. Talledaga Nights directors commentary is absolute gold. Might be as funny as the movie itself. Adds a layer of lore you didn’t know you needed.
His opponents would come… dead last.
I mean, it sounds on brand to me 🤷♀️
Oh sweet child, I’m legit crying right now.
“Step daughter dropped of my son” has a real Alabama vibe.
Biblically accurate Clipy.
Oh? There’s really nothing to it.
🤭
Savage.