Wait, is that the one Spidey webs the twins to snag the helicopter? 😂

FOI-yay really clinches it, FYI.

Runs*

Fair point.

Your personal feed seems to not be tuned to that content, maybe? I read about it in multiple posts late last night, IIRC.

I raise. Szechuan.

Aside from the likelihood of this outing my account, I once had a first date at a renowned noodle house in town, and the surprise rarity of the single table in the front window (converted Victorian, alcove). We order, make small talk, I think it’s going great — until movement in the corner of my right eye out the window draws me to watch, in the middle of her sentence, a full-grown adult male climb onto the hood of the parallel parked car and proceed to empty his thrice-cursed bowels onto it like he was putting out a chemical fire.

I recall being unable to look away and catching her attention drift toward my view at the same time the waiter arrived with our lunches, only to table them with an “Uhm. Well.” and ghost.

So, not exactly “at another table”, but the whole place has front row seats, so 🤷🏽‍♂️

Only the tip?

Tell us you have no idea what “woke” means without — eh, you know the drill, troll bait.

Cedar Point is an easy concession 🙇🏽‍♂️

Ohio.

All good points! Will do! 🙇🏽‍♂️

Worry is the worst use of imagination. The latter can take you all sorts of places, whereas the former is more of a rocking chair: misleadingly distracting but essentially stationary. 🙇🏽‍♂️

Ach, I did nazi that coming.

The word is “blithe”, and it’s more often a conscious choice then an inborn default, ergo: Nazi apologists are simply called Nazis.

I gotta say: I love this. It’s super late, but I’ll come back with a story or two. 🕸️🐈‍⬛🦇🖤💀🌚🎃👻

Dialectic morphology’s a tchüß, oder?

TBF, even three “generations” in that span assumes parenthood by 28 (2021: 30, FYI), and 4+ generations by 7 years apiece — putting it well beyond reality “by any reckoning”.