Hate to break it to you, but he died in 1736

Pretty sure Fahrenheit is dead

Their individual special opinions tip their score from ‘good’ to ‘bad’ for reasons that other people probably wouldn’t care about, is my point.

I’ve found the same thing, critic scores are harder to use as predictors because there is too much variance between their individual special opinions about the importance of character development vs the average user enjoying a movie for what it is. Obviously crap is crap, but a 56% critic and 82% user score is usually more appealing than vice versa

What is the universe?

Encephalitis (en-sef-uh-LIE-tis) is inflammation of the brain. There are several causes, including viral infection, autoimmune inflammation, bacterial infection, insect bites and others. 

That would be a synopsis of the joke, yes

Someone in my department suggested that project plans should be moved from Excel to MS Project.

It was 50-50 relief vs panic

Lol, yeah who could face the possibility that Americans might have firearms

Well, as long as there are no cowboys riding warheads…

No offense to the fat patrol but the Ukrainian military is having trouble with the Russian military, and they both have heavy ordnance.

A grenade launcher and a couple of miniguns vs national guard would be more like another Waco than a civil war.

Are there any systems that work within an environment of standard and widespread corruption though?

Best: Ghost of Tsushima

Worst: Overcooked 2

Blackberries and blueberries over Greek yogurt with a drizzle of honey, yum

It’s like five miles of paddleball hackey sack

Taking a crap in the hallway

And once they starting learning to walk they become little drunks reeling around the property

That’s clearly the love child of Champ Kind and Todd Packer

Worst hangover I ever had, I was 20 and spent an entire May day working with my brother scraping and painting a small shed, and replacing the shingles. Took us about ten hours give or take. We had an occasional beer but nothing crazy.

Once done we each polished off about ten Labatt 50s while we watched hockey, then went out to meet friends. Got home at about 2 am.

Woke up the next day like someone had driven a spike through my head and was drumming the ends that stuck out with steel rods.

I was screwed for about 36 hours. Realized as I was recovering that I hadn’t had a drop of water all that day, just stopped working to sip on a cold beer every once in a while.

Lesson fucking learned. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.

Are you sure they didn’t just conscript the napkins for TP? It is Taco Bell after all…