- Yes, 2. Huh?
Why are you so quick to say that?
I think that would be a hard argument to sustain. Say one batch comes out of the machine extra humpy/rapey and just comes at you, humping, grinding, the works. How would that fit into your masturbation framework?
As long as you’re not one of those people who gets squeamish over the sight of dead clones, have at it.
Also, if you guys could provide a solid answer sooner rather than later?
It’s five-star, not fast food, but there’s Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe, which serves a delicious Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. Don’t let the five-stars scare you off:
All you have to do is deposit one penny in a savings account in your own era, and when you arrive at the End of Time the operation of compound interest means that the fabulous cost of your meal has been paid for. (Many claim that this is not merely impossible, but clearly insane.)
This is why the advertising executives of the star system of Bastablon came up with this slogan: “If you’ve done six impossible things this morning, why not round it off with breakfast at Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.”
If you’re looking for brain shunts, I’ve got a shunt guy…
Yeah, you can’t shame that which feels no shame.
Jesus, people, IF YOU LIKE A PIECE OF SOFTWARE, JUST BUY IT!
Don’t worry, Linux doesn’t even mind at this point. ;)
No, but now if you lose your mind, your credit card’s gone, too.
I’m not a celebrity. AMA!
But you can keep the medal and eat the chocolate. It’s really a big middle finger to that whole idiom, now that you mention it.
Stop spoiling all the good parts, I haven’t seen it yet!
How much you wanna bet I can throw a football over them mountains?
I’m of the belief that there are no dumb answers, except the answers you don’t give. I credit this approach to my becoming a doctor in such record time.
But if that’s true, aren’t there infinite stupid questions, by definition? Because there are infinite unasked questions.
Yeah, don’t you just click the little picture and it works?
Yep. There were literal meetings on Capitol Hill between Republicans and billionaires planning to buy the failing newspapers for more propaganda reach. I was invited and my then-boss attended.