…mother fucker… we were built buy a fucking neckbeard incel…weren’t we?

You’d have to have the third, true 1:1 clone as control for this to be a valid experiment.

Ah yes… secure shell for fuck’s sake

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TIL 20 years ago is 2000… not the 60s… fml

10x Faster!*

*10x faster when thrown off the side of a building compared to stationary Nvidia 5090, actual clock speeds comparable.

I still say it this way in my head…

Lmao a valid point, but I’m a function over form sort of guy

How so?

Is it time to change VPN platforms?

Because everyone hates IPv6?

Why not reuse SSN that are no longer are in service for whatever reason?

Mine will be on an exterior wall, so venting is an absolute possibility. With that though, I’m unsure how much air to move… my printer is enclosed, so drafts and warping aren’t as big a concern; just VOC dispersal and safety. I don’t need to catch a lung full of stage four because I wanted to print some junk to make gardening easier.

I’m wanting to build one in my office, but I also want to print in some of the more nasty filaments (ABS/ASA). Do you have any recommendations or suggestions for ventilation?

Based on the state of American infrastructure, this is patently false, as it implies the existence of wrinkles on American Brains.

Or wait… are your two lane highways smooth? What is THAT like?

…all the shit going on, and you gotta hit us with this? Chill choom…chill

[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]

Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.

[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]

Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.

[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]

Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.

[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]

Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.

[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]

Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.

[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]

Man… I’m jealous, any time I make chili for baked potatoes… it turns into chili dogs and baked potatoes.

I wonder what my chili tastes like on potatoes?

Is this another souls like game? It’s a team ninja game, which was responsible for Nioh.

Screw that health food shit, I want fucking bar food.