Autostart and lane assist are turned off in my car.

There is no height to beans, only depth.

Commodore Pet 4016

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Then a Commodore 64. Loved that machine.

You, sir, are a gentleman, a scholar, and a poet.

Don’t forget that in WW2 UK civilians were taught to pay attention to other peoples’ shoes because of rumours of hairy-handed nuns in Fallschirmjäger issue boots. This kind of shit is nothing new.

Nothing real ever happens here. So me picking bits off the scab on my left knee has a good chance of making the national press.

More likely the ‘journalist’ just grabbed a stock image (it even credits Getty Images) of paragliders.

I’d stand on street corners telling everyone who passed by that one day people would be putting pineapple on pizzas.

State schools.

Shoes on. I didn’t splash out on these handmade hobnail boots just to leave them at the door.

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Velcro them to the walls!

Flip side of the question: I don’t want to see multiverse/alternate universe/alternate timelines. At best they cheapen the stakes, at worst they remove them entirely. Oh noes, Wolverine has died but no matter we have a gazillion spare Wolverines, we’ll just use one of them. Oh noes, Earth #2471893 might be destroyed but no matter there’s an infinite number of other Earths. Etc.

“better”

Compile time was Usenet time.

Remember the Windows 95 copying files animation?

A colleague and I were sitting waiting for a shit-ton (UK Imperial, not metric) of files for the project we were working on to be copied to a backup folder when our (pretty computer-clueless) boss wandered up behind us and said (with no irony at all - he was called Wolfgang): “Playing a game on company time?”

But then we all also wrote scripts which printed meaningless computer gibberish to the screen so we could take a bit of time out and relax - and if he ever showed up we’d be allL “It’s compiling” or “It’s recalibrating the main drive” or “It’s defragging the video ROM”.

Hmm, I don’t think Barrington Mc Shagathy sounds like a hooker name, at all.

Baby hippo.

Can confirm, hedge porn was a thing in Scotland too.

As for sex education, our chemistry teacher once showed us how to put a condom on a banana. That was about it.

Hold my deviated septum, I’m going in!

All good, my man!