What movie?

They could divide the state into as many as 5 states just to fuck with the liberal cities and the Senate though.

The only reason I see that as unlikely to happen is that all 5 would want to remain as the remaining state of Texas

Land of the fee,

Home of the slave.

Once you wrap your head around the new orientation of things, it’s actually really well designed to work on. I figured the mechanics just didn’t want to learn anything “new”

I haven’t been to Gleba and Fulgora yet. I just took a tank with uranium explosive shells, and got Physical Weapon Damage to 16. The worms died at that point.

I’ve traveled the world and the seven seas,

Hawkeye: War isn’t Hell. War is war, and Hell is Hell. And of the two, war is a lot worse.

Father Mulcahy: How do you figure, Hawkeye?

Hawkeye: Easy, Father. Tell me, who goes to Hell?

Father Mulcahy: Sinners, I believe.

Hawkeye: Exactly. There are no innocent bystanders in Hell. War is chock full of them - little kids, cripples, old ladies. In fact, except for some of the brass, almost everybody involved is an innocent bystander.

Edit: In case anyone missed what I was saying, “This world is worse than hell war” is how I would interpret Sir_Kevin’s comment, and I’m a veteran.

Nah, Americans just don’t like to read the manuals, and they got a bad reputation in the late '70s and early '80s when they first put turbos into the cars, because you had to pull into the driveway, and let the turbo spin down for at least 30 seconds to a minute. If you didn’t, the turbo would seize and then shred itself when you turn the car back on.

Also American mechanics don’t like the fact that the engine is not in the configuration they are used to. It’s rotated 90° on the z axis and 45 on the x axis. Absolutely solid tanks if you actually read the manual, and followed the routine maintenance recommendations.

It’s not the actual turbo that gets gummed, the fuel system is what gums up, but for some reason it’s far worse on the turbo versions of the cars. I could put low octane into the non turbo SAABs I had, and it didn’t gum up the intake the way the turbo versions did. I don’t know why.

Did you see Don’s face when Elon was doing his jumping shit? Don’s already sick of him, and only keeping him around because he’s worth so much.

I thought he was 13

Could be. I think they may have been willing to offer me a premium because I’m shockingly white, with blue/green eyes, and had blonde hair at the time. My dad just taught us all how to use chopsticks as kids, and I spent a semester in college eating everything with them, mainly so that I could.

Edit: oh, and I’m left handed, which is considered lucky in those cultures, from what I’ve been told.

I graduated HS just before the Paducah, KY shooting. Was in college at the time in KY. Managed to get out of college before the first major university shooting too. The entire premise seems bizarre that kids have to have shooter drills the way we had tornado drills.

He simulated sucking someone’s dick at a recent rally, just before the election. Not sure that would be enough to phase them.

Fellow chopstick master checking in. I’ve been told by a TON of expats that I could make a decent amount of money just eating as an extra in Japanese/Korean/Chinese television/film. I might have considered it in my 20s, but not now that I’m almost retired.

Pre GM SAABs. I’ve personally gotten 2 of my 5 to over 1,000,000 miles on the original engine and transmission. Both manual transmission. A couple hundred of them have made it to 2,000,000 world wide. The lowest milage I killed a SAAB at was 789,000 miles. I hydroplaned into a semi on I-75, and the car still technically ran, but I gave it to my parents as a parts car. Just read the owners manual, and be absolutely religious about basic maintenance.

Oh, and the turbos don’t like low octane fuel. It gums them up.

Crossbows come equipped with Hollywood style “silencers.”

Bailout was under Bush. Obama could have reversed course a few months later when he was sworn in, but I’m pretty sure that would have caused an even worse economic disaster.

Once you are moved out, and across the country, the song Cat’s in the Cradle, by Harry Chapin gives you the perfect believable excuse. I’d love to come visit, and I will once work isn’t riding me so much. We’ll get together then.

Brad‽‽