You’re not how orbital mechanics work.

Land in ocean, suddenly Tom Hanks is involved.

See? They still landed amongst the stars.

Damn. That’s worth savoring.

That was the day OP learned to slice bread like a machine.

The Bible says Adam and Eve, not Adam in Southend-on-Sea.

Love the sinner, not the sin.

Strawberry eclair so it blends in.

Oh, I’ve touched a horse.

Agree to disagree.

Nicolas Cage’s The Wicker Man is the only John Wick spinoff worth your time.

I wish women’s screams still riled me. It’d sure make mornings a lot easier.

Fyi, on arcade cabinet high scores, the three characters provided are just enough to spell out ASS, if you’ve got the gumption.

I know I shouldn’t, but I’m bad!

I doubt anyone can prove they’re AI.

Not pills. Mostly, they send the poop transplant through your nose, apparently, often after mixing it with 4% milk.

I, too, wish I hadn’t learned it, but it all happened so fast.

WE’RE NOT GOING BACK!!!

Get out and vote, people! Let’s not wake up a few months from now and find we’ve re-elected Donald Trump.

Edit: You guys really dislike fat tigers.

Drug addiction? Trauma? Brain tumor? Cold temperatures?

As in “FWD: FW: Fwd: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw:?”

Or…?

I’m at a bar on my phone, but this sounds like a perfect job for AI.

Edit:

I’ve lived in more than one trailer. Including a trailer park. I once slept over at a friend’s trailer in a different park. We had a pinecone war with kids from the other side of the trailer park. Pre-bedtime entertainment was Billy Ray Cyrus performing Achy Breaky Heart live on TNN.

I also worked on Capitol Hill, a finance firm worth dozens of billions, etc. My degree is from a shitty Christian college, but I just accepted a job at a prominent research university (staff, not faculty, but still).

I guess I feel like most of my life is relevant to this question.