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Misa is Japanese, though…

Well, AI fucked up again.

I don’t do it anymore, but I have referred to myself as a cracker before.

By the way… that looks a lot like anime Kirstie Alley.

Not really. What you need is an artist’s eye, as in you need to know what you’re painting and where all the important shit like vanishing point, proportions and, balance points are. That’s why real artist don’t AI.

Well, now that's straight up bullshit. Once again, I'm confounded by my fellow pale-faced douchebags and the sheer gaul they have in trying to steer universal memorials into white discrimination territory.

I always knew Fuggs was Starfleet material. All those flaccid Military Hotties nights gotta be worth something.

I like cold pizza too. It lasts for days. Also, what the fuck was that all about? Also, my unpopular opinion is the least controversial thing about Vanessa Trump is her tits.

The walking trail in Lake Tahoe.

That’s fascinating.

What are the bases for those salads?

Seriously, though... anytime I see a leak I'm terrified one of the outdoor cats (none of ours) is going to end up being attracted to the glycol part of it.

Lol. It's as is with most things - inhaling that odor is as good as tasting it.

Anyone who’s ever had to change their own antifreeze knows what it tastes like.

Totally forgot that’s the phraseology. I thought he was saying she was beating him up.

Now I’m confused.

The fastest I've ever gone downhill was like 49MPH on the highway between Lompoc and Buelton on my road bike. Even on smooth CalTrans asphalt, it was sketchy as hell - like one misplaced piece of gravel was going to sent my flying down the embankment. Plus, that was like 40 miles into a half-century. I have no idea how the professionals do it on the Alpe D'Huez.

It’s actually a function of poor circulation in extremities. My dad and uncle have both had Type 1, and, being in construction, that means any kind of foot wound means a trip to the hospital. My uncle lost a toe that way.

That is kind of fucked up.

And I was just going to ask what the “G”, “T”, and “D” in the title. Now I don’t need to because it clearly means “Go” , “Tell”, and “Dudeco.” Thank you for that.

I can better brisket from places other than a gas station.

You know who the big titty green babes of mars are going to wreck first?

Downhillers are true athletes though. Doing something like this requires precision reflexes and a finely tuned body on top of the sheer fearlessness that it entails.

You weren’t doing downhill in middle school. That’s as old as mountain biking and it’s an extreme sport.

The worst part is that you will doubt yourself no matter what happens. Either you didn't give them a chance to pull through or you made them suffer longer just so you could feel better about yourself. It doesn't matter. They're family, and it's going to tear you up no matter what happens.