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The popsicle.
Sit! Sit down. I just made some synthetic 5w30. Or would you rather prefer 5w40 or 5w50. I can warm up some 50 leftover in the fridge. You should be taking your 100s. Nuclear winters are very cold these days. Where's the steel wool sweater bubby knit for you? Gave it to your girlfriend, yes? So... how is everything by you?
If the NFL guys Bill Belichick and Ben Roethlisberger randomly walked into an Arby's and got something on the menu named after them.
Offer them stock{ing} options.
And I just make that face while waiting for the terrain to reload.
Ninjas are expected to already be on the other side. 🥷
🎵If you're blue, and you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits?
Puttin' on the Ritz.🎵
credit: The RedDot comics
They said it's rolling out in beta. Spam Protection is already in the Messages app. Scam Protection is coming soon. But to listen to telephone audio that means they want to add it into the native dialer\phone app. Google has a dialer app named "Phone" with a Spam filter feature currently.
I assume that's what is coming -- a.i. into the dialer\phone app.
About falling, burning pianos... here's a beautiful 2009 short film set to a 3min piece by Hauschka - Morgenrot.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7sB7isi64A
In 2018 a tv commercial premiered this projector mapping tech during a Superbowl commercial for Ponds cold cream...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvDtMeKgcio
The behind the scenes video...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCQGarGxRXM
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Found the problem, sir. There's panties and pieces of laptop in your intake manifold.
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Source... youtube channel There I Ruined it
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NARRATOR: The master's dog will heed quietly and fast through the night. Battlements of contrarian violence and 2nd dinners are not its game. Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the dogs of war -- said once Shakespeare. But true, that is not proof mandkind's best friend and men are allies in the end. But ask Shakespeare, or anyone in history, how many cat gut strings strummed the crossbows and trebuchets through the annuls of time. The answer was never 'zero'.