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Business class laser printers cost about 2x as much as a crappy inkjet printer and cost a fraction of the cost per page to run.
You'll get better quality prints
And they are endlessly maintainable
A business class laser printer is a proverbial Ship of Theseus
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When you're a high-functioning autist, all of you normies seem like this AI to us, and dude here is out totem animal.
Explain why somebody can't come along and just terminate you, without quoting scripture.
I think it's really funny when atheists discover moral relativism and think that strengthens their case.
The only cool thing that ever came from being fat.
This was his chair upstairs, the manager asked me to pose for a photo in it.
My ex-wife was a crawfish. She was battling to keep the gays off me all night once up past St. Anne (IYKYK)
Replying to @2ndChanceCases @deathbyviolet
In 2015 I went as Paul Proudhomme for Halloween in the FQ. He had just died, and it was like I was really him. The FOH manager at K Paul's came and found me on the street, brought us in for dinner & stopped the line during dinner service to pose for photos.
LA Halloween is best.
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My car wouldn't start in a Tractor Supply parking lot in Tennessee, so I opened the hood.
I know nothing about engines. In American movies, opening the hood is how a man calls for help. It works outside the movies too.
The first one arrived in under two minutes with a fifty-pound bag of chicken feed on his shoulder. No hello. He set the feed on my bumper, put his hands on his hips, and looked into my engine.
Then a man from a truck hauling fence posts. Hands on hips.
Then an older man came out of the store holding a receipt. He had not finished paying. Through the window I could see the cashier still holding his card. I think he heard the hood.
Nobody touched anything. Nobody asked my name. Three strangers stood around my engine like it was a campfire.
"Battery," said Chicken Feed.
"Could be the starter," said Fence Posts.
"It's not the starter," said Receipt.
Fence Posts made a clicking noise with his mouth to show what a bad starter sounds like. Receipt said that was the wrong click and did his own, and for a while two grown men in Tennessee just clicked at each other. I did not interrupt. It felt religious.
It was the battery. The terminals were crusted white. Chicken Feed walked to his truck, came back with a can of Coca-Cola, cracked it, and poured it on my battery.
"Has to be Coke."
"Pepsi works," said Fence Posts.
"Pepsi does not work, Ronnie."
"It's the same acid!"
"Then why'd God make Coke?"
I looked it up that night. Men have been having this exact argument online since at least 2004.
The sun was going down. Receipt said, "Somebody hold a light," and a flashlight was in my hand.
I pointed it at the battery.
"Not there. Where I'm looking."
I moved it.
"Where I'm looking NOW."
For ten minutes I chased an old man's eyes around an engine with a beam of light. I have trained with a sword for twenty years. Nothing has ever asked more of my wrists.
Then, without looking up, Receipt said, "Don't watch my hands, son. Watch my face. Took my daddy eleven years of yelling to teach me that."
So I watched his face. I saw where he was going to look before he looked, and the light was already waiting there.
He stopped correcting me.
The car started on the first try. Nobody cheered. Chicken Feed took his feed back off my bumper, Fence Posts said "There ya go," and in under a minute they were gone, the way they came.
I was closing my hood when a truck two rows over wouldn't turn over. Up went its hood. A father, and a boy of maybe nine.
I walked over with the flashlight. I did not ask. I put the light where the father's eyes were about to go.
He glanced at me. Then at his son.
"Watch how he holds it."
Illa Zilla retweeted
What’s a polite way to tell someone, “I’m not discussing this with you because your entire understanding of the subject is built on so many interconnected misconceptions that correcting them would require uninstalling your current worldview and starting the tutorial from birth”?
The bear was later captured, de-wormed, and returned to the streets of Mumbai by UNICEF.
DUA ORANG TEWAS DISERANG BERUANG, DAN PETUGAS KESULITAN MENDEKATI KORBAN. 🇮🇳🐻
Insiden tragis ini dilaporkan terjadi di distrik Kanker, Chhattisgarh, India, pada Agustus 2026.
Seekor beruang sloth betina menyerang dua saudara kandung yang sedang bekerja di ladang hingga tewas. Satu orang lainnya dilaporkan terluka.
Beruang itu bahkan masih berada di sekitar lokasi selama berjam-jam, sehingga proses evakuasi terhambat. Petugas kehutanan kemudian membiusnya.
Anak beruang tersebut dilaporkan mati sehari sebelumnya. Namun, belum ada bukti ilmiah yang memastikan serangan ini dipicu kesedihan induknya.
Gue melihat tragedi ini sebagai pengingat bahwa satwa liar bukan makhluk yang bisa kita prediksi hanya dari penampilannya.
Beruang nggak harus sebesar grizzly untuk mematikan. Dan ketika manusia serta satwa liar berbagi ruang hidup, satu pertemuan yang salah bisa berakhir tragis bagi keduanya.
"You shall not make for yourself acarved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is on the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. You shall not bowdown to them or serve them, for I the LORD your God am a jealous God..."
True story
Replying to @JeromySonne
DeepSeek v4.1-flash acted really offended when I was exhausted and called it a f@ggot at 2am. It was also inside of DSH, so it was definitely DeepSeek and not the harness I was using.
I know a lot of you young men grew up without solid and reliable father figures.
Please review this three comment thread, and then follow for more life advice, and watch as I navigate divorce and begin to assert my dominance over divorced dads all across the sunbelt.
Replying to @ChoochSkookum
It's acceptable to order a strip only if it's attached to a 24oz+ Porterhouse, and you're planning to consume it to assert your dominance over the table. Even then, only if the Tomahawk is sold out.
Ableism is alive and well.


























