I know what they want to happen but I’ve just never seen the physical Magic Coupon they say they use
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I know what they want to happen but I’ve just never seen the physical Magic Coupon they say they use
No I understand what they think it does but what’s the actual like object they send? Do they just write their Magic Text on those pieces of paper, and mail it off or is there like a Magic Coupon they print off?
I see this mentioned (in poor spelling every time) but what is this…coupon? It seems like they send it for everything as if it was a check to pay things.
How does a country get this under control? If you assemble a crack team of professional Intel/gunfighters/breaching team, all the gang leaders will do is target their families or other things around them. In a firefight, they outnumber your team thousands to one. You can’t assemble a large fighting force (standing army) without them knowing and stopping you/ infiltrating ranks. You can’t ask another nation to help - you run into basically us/Soviet’s in Afghanistan where they’re seen as occupiers, and generate resentment among even your supporters.
I understand the change probably has to come from within, but how does a government convince the lowest common person to not fall under the organized crime’s strong influence to keep people in line?
An argument I heard, and adopted is that it’s never “just” cosmetic. Your enjoyment of the game is impacted by how you perceive your avatar. This is why fortnite skins sell so well to new players. It’s not just cosmetic to drop $20 on Cuddle Team Leader. It makes a user feel silly and increases enjoyment running around as an obvious pink mascot costume. It prolongs how long you play both by increased enjoyment, and sunk cost fallacy. In any game with cosmetics, purchases drive playtime.
I love a good Good Place meme. Especially one tucked away and not often used!
I wish to exercise my right to an attorney and my right to remain silent.
I will be hazed if I say my first choice. So I’m just gonna go with BBQ chicken, with thick crust filled with cheese.
My catchphrase when driving has become “It’s always a fucking pickup”
I know I do
Dickfish hate this one simple trick!
There it is, the fish we joke swims up your dick.
That’s fucked up I’m sorry, I’d have eaten an entire plate of cheese hors d’vors myself and taken half that chicken with me afterwards. I’m not even into wrestling and I’d have come for that food.
You’re a good friend for providing that for a watch party (on top of paying for ppv) and I’m sorry your friends don’t appreciate how well you maintain your half of the bridge. The least the 2 could have done is tried the cheese and chicken.
Edit holy shit are those pre stuffed pretzel bites. Bro wtf is wrong with these people I’d have asked if anyone wanted any and eaten the entire plate. (I may or may not have portion control issues but seriously, they didnt touch any of that delicious looking food)
Now for the personal interest bit - I would pay real dollars in a pay per view for the comedy that would be her trying to recoil control a mac-10 at like a range or something.
Not that it changes anything but, I kind of want to know what gun it is, out of personal interest. Cold war era? There’s so many one offs and weird stuff we tried. Is this a click bait way of saying she has an MP5 or MAC 10? I tried googling it and came up empty handed.
Doctors for me but not for thee
Cooling is the process of offloading heat from one atom to another. In space and the moon, there’s very little…anything. You can’t transfer heat onto nothing - so an “air cooled” heat vent doesn’t work. Another user suggested they use the moon itself or moon dust as a heat sink, and you could do that in theory.
This is probably the most honest review I have seen, that points to gripes I would have playing through it, as opposed to the way other articles and videos have glossed over those very concerns I had while watching gameplay footage. Thanks for including it!
I heard animals in there, Ventura. I heard them again in there this morning, scratching around.
I want to come home to this place. This time. I recognize no era was perfect but this kind of place was so much more than the sum of its parts. A home that was comforting in its existence, unlike the bland gray/brown/beige rectangles that comprise every business and apartment now. Thick carpet that hid untold amounts of pet hair and cigarette ash. Wallpaper that, while gaudy, was so durable it could remove the Sheetrock under it if you were careless. A TV that, while shit, was a family gathering after dinner.
But others may have a different experience and I wouldn’t fault them.