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Hook my beloved. I understand objectively why it is not a good movie, but having watched it 852 times throughout my childhood, I could not find fault with it on a recent rewatch.

edit: I watched that movie so early and so often, that I can recite whole scenes not by word, but by phonemes and cadence, because my language skills weren't fully developed at the time.

If you follow avherald.com for any length of time, you'll learn that 1) the vast majority of aviation incidents are completely benign, and 2) the vast majority of injuries aboard airliners are caused by passengers not wearing their seatbelts. The seatbelts aren't there for the once-a-decade crash; they're there for the once-a-month strong turbulence event, which the airplane itself will barely even notice.

Gotcha. Yeah, Astra worked okay for me, but Feather is sharper by a mile. Might try that before getting a whole new razor.

I'm a big fan of slant razors for my tree-trunk whiskers. The heads of these razors have a slight twist along the run, so the blade meets your skin at an angle, and helps to slice the hair a bit, rather than just chopping straight on. My slant razor actually feels quite a lot less aggressive than my old adjustable at max setting, but cuts closer.

Also, what brand blade are you using?

I don't think it was a hoax, but campaign 101 is to be absolutely confident in your candidacy until the nanosecond you drop out. If you telegraph weakness to the voting public, and then end up staying in the race, that will be a millstone around your neck. Even if he was wavering in the weeks leading up to his dropout, there would be zero upside to communicating that publicly.

I always used to wonder how the Weimar Republic fumbled the ball so hard. Now I know.

Also, in Christian eschatology, isn't it a big deal that the Antichrist suffers a near fatal head injury before his ultimate victory?

My man grew that gross-ass soul patch just to reinforce his findings.

Mostly because the rocks are very stupid and will misunderstand your instructions at first opportunity. Kinda like Amelia Bedilia.

My favorite character I ever played was a super shady rogue who, as it was revealed halfway through the campaign, was the estranged son of a very wealthy and powerful politician. He was very embarrassed to have to reveal this to the party, as he had carefully curated an image of himself as a self-made scallywag.

Turns out cleptomania isn't just for the working class, although PR is definitely for the ruling class.

Looks like he has some Austrian tupperware in the other hand, so maybe he brought his grandpappy's .45AARP service pistol for show and tell that day?

Don't fucking do this in zsh, it does NOT do the same thing that it does in bash.