he was a zombie, and no other zombies have survived for the fossil and archaeological record. so… eaten by other zombies? yes or no.
he was a zombie, and no other zombies have survived for the fossil and archaeological record. so… eaten by other zombies? yes or no.
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never once in my life did playing these stupid arcade games launch me into interstellar adventures
oh, I’m just trying to help make Lemmy relevant with a continuous flow of content! sigh. you can make your own niche, or channel, or something, I don’t know how it all works, @ChihuahuaOfDoom@lemmy.world
no, from perspiration. salty!
you know what, for all builders and contractors: please build things in a way that people don’t die. forgot about that part.
I’m on your side friend. Your goals are true. Sorry I still don’t know the answer.
i’m sorry that I was too aggressive. I still feel that a lot of commenters were throwing shade where it didn’t belong.
Nope, that’s on you. Go ahead, cyberpunk007, and explain how to survive.
I’m not endorsing it, but it definitely happens. It’s like this: measure twice. cut once, or more than once. Put door in hole. Fill gaps with whatever caulk gun or whatever. …
Collect rent.
Again, I am not against building to code. “Code” doesn’t exist in much of the world, and sometimes the materials aren’t available to make it possible.
sounds like a door on the side of a trailer or some such. people live and raise kids in a wide variety of environments.
Au contrere. one can simply ignore municipal code. happens often and everywhere, not to mention evrerwhere it doesn’t exist. unless it’s enforced, and that’s the key. also, i’m not against building to code. just realistic.
they asked for advice on a door to protect a child, not a lesson on municipal code. go out there and fix it yourself.
nah, people wear big backpacks in the city
depends how the script is written…
In the atrium of a former skyscraper in Manhattan, a shabby figure is banging on a microwave.
The flesh is falling off his face. He is 130 years old.
He had found a package of insta popcorn in the ruins. The ruins he orchestrated.
The microwave is plugged in; he just verified that.
He forgets power in the city has been gone since he was Mayor-Ceasar 40 years back.
He is Rudy Giuliani, a titan among… among… fuck. He can’t remember.
He swallows a gob of hair dye for sustenance.
It takes him three days to climb a flight of stairs and find…
florida is a screwed up place, in a lot of ways, but this was fake back in 2018
nah WHAT sheeeeeeeeeeeeeyit at’s wild fucked up innit? no cap? this morning when i woke up i scratched my privates and then i scratched my eye and THEN i smelled my finger
not long before dropping out in the 90s in a conservative, backwards, rural area – the need to cite sources and do extensive research, and have a willingness to have my ideas challenged, was something I grokked from high school. i don’t expect much from from West Virginia, but I didn’t then either.