Imagine having your military undermined by a washed up football coach. I have to hope that this sentient pile of damp laundry gets what’s coming to him eventually.
Butthurt people downvoting you for giving the right answer. It’s frustrating, but it’s cleanest to run two instances of Readarr for two formats (which is why it’s best to run it in containers).
Li’l Proper Configuration
Without any sort of space suit, either. Just a frozen corpse with a little yellow Kodiak camera floating around in a barrel.
Bout to change his name to “Diddly”
You’d need a lot of botox, given that he is a penis wrinkle.
Man’s out here snoring in hash values.
But only if he maintains a training regimen on par with Hugh Jackman’s for Wolverine. I want to see squiggly veins in Ernest’s biceps.
Exxon -> Sexxon (I got my mom’s permission before posting this)
Sad day, but the digital carousel of penises will live on elsewhere.
According to certain Christian sects, if you don’t believe in a god but still live a good and moral life, you’ll spend eternity as a side character in the Windows 95 video guide.
I hope she continues to fuck around. I don’t think she’s had nearly enough “find out” yet.
[Monkey’s paw curls]