“Todos os Olhos” if anybody wants to look it up
“Todos os Olhos” if anybody wants to look it up
“It’s against my religion to use preferred pronouns”
Also that religion: hi my pronouns are He/Him CAPITALIZED please. Please capitalize them when you use them.
🤷♀️
“hole-in-one” or more like holinwuns, stress on the first syllable. We would use cookie cutters to get shapes out of the middle too.
Half-Life, Half-Life Opposing Force, Half-Life Blue Shift
Yes, it’s very dry where I am.
My thought isn’t that 34° is (or isn’t) a problem, rather that without knowing where it is it doesn’t really mean very much. If OP is in Dubai or northern Mexico or something then 🤷♀️ 34 sounds pretty normal. I just think the post would make more sense with some context.
It’s always 34° somewhere in the world.
We don’t know where OP’s father lives so it’s kinda hard to think of 34° as anything particularly remarkable without any context. It’s 41° where I am right now.
“designed to be sung to the tune of ‘Home on the Range.’”
(1) Oh, give me a clone
Of my own flesh and bone
With its Y chromosome changed to X
And after it’s grown
Then my own little clone
Will be of the opposite sex.
(Chorus) Clone, clone of my own
With its Y chromosome changed to X
And when I’m alone
With my own little clone
We will both think of nothing but sex.
(2) Oh, give me a clone
Is my sorrowful moan,
A clone that is wholly my own.
And if she’s X-X
And the feminine sex
Oh, what fun we will have when we’re prone.
(3) My heart’s not of stone,
As I’ve frequently shown
When alone with my own little X
And after we’ve dined,
I am sure we will find
Better incest than Oedipus Rex.
(4) Why should such sex vex
Or disturb or perplex
Or induce a disparaging tone?
After all, don’t you see
Since we’re both of us me
When we’re having sex, I’m alone.
(5) And after I’m done
She will still have her fun
For I’ll clone myself twice ere I die.
And this time without fail
They’ll be both of them male
And they’ll each ravage her by and by.
Source: autobiography of Isaac Asimov