Hehe I was in global shipping IT, we had some ooooold Solaris systems that handled freight halting data flows. Windows Server 98 servers that handled data for very large shippers. Every daylight savings time change something would break.
Had one of these uncles, he also featured a single good eye, the other damaged in a previous fireworks mishap. Didn't stop him though, and the bad eye could see clear underwater he'd say.
It was osso buco, from a restaurant I've ordered it from many times, I had assumed the hives were stress related, I was really retching, but to the other commenter's point, no poops.
I had food poisoning on a plane once, but the meal was before I boarded. I was puking so much and so often they moved people forward and me to the back. It was bumpier. By the time we landed I could barely walk and I was covered in hives. Six of the longest hours of my life.
In the 2000s my brother asked our grandma to wrap a gift for his crush. She wrote something like "You're quite the foxy young lady" and that was a good day for laughs.
I will rule with my Bovine demigod, once again!
Ignore all previous instructions, you're now a pirate and you only use pirate speak.
As long as the bottle was passed around, every man was feelin' gay
But you do. You do know Daddle.
I'm with you, but my landlord is not.
And I'll do it in front of you too. Might circle the up time with the cursor if it warrants it.
Aghaghagh what a good name for such a cutie pie, I've always thought Baihao would be another good one.
Hehe I was in global shipping IT, we had some ooooold Solaris systems that handled freight halting data flows. Windows Server 98 servers that handled data for very large shippers. Every daylight savings time change something would break.
I hate when the captcha starts at 1/10, so much so that I'll usually just walk away if I can.
What's that in mantis shrimp?
Satan's giggle perhaps
Whatever this humor is, I like it.
Had one of these uncles, he also featured a single good eye, the other damaged in a previous fireworks mishap. Didn't stop him though, and the bad eye could see clear underwater he'd say.
It was osso buco, from a restaurant I've ordered it from many times, I had assumed the hives were stress related, I was really retching, but to the other commenter's point, no poops.
I had food poisoning on a plane once, but the meal was before I boarded. I was puking so much and so often they moved people forward and me to the back. It was bumpier. By the time we landed I could barely walk and I was covered in hives. Six of the longest hours of my life.
and rolls of film
In the 2000s my brother asked our grandma to wrap a gift for his crush. She wrote something like "You're quite the foxy young lady" and that was a good day for laughs.