Torven

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I shot the serif, but I did not shoot the Calibri.

Bill Cosby wielding a magic hotdog. No, watching the movie doesn't make it make any more sense.
A bronze breastplate from Ancient Greece, styled to resemble an idealized male physique.
Kevin Kline in A Fish Called Wanda, standing on an airport tarmac, pointing a gun and screaming, "Shut up! We didn't lose Vietnam. It was a tie." In the background, a man is driving a steamroller towards him.
Haley Joel Osmund's character from The Sixth Sense having a 20 minute conversation with Mitch McConnell.
That didn't happen so hard it unhappened other things that actually happened.
A Coulter Pine cone, a large pine cone, with sharp, hooked points all over it.
Ad poster for the premier of The Rookie. Nathan Fillion in a police uniform standing in front of the LA skyline.
John Oliver sitting next to a giant squirrel. The squirrel is holding a sign that says, "Eat Shit, Bob!"
The White House, with the construction site of the East Wing, the MMA arena on the south lawn, and some construction in the Elipse, south of the President's Park
Los Angeles city limits. The Harbor Gateway forms a long, narrow corridor to the south, connecting the city proper to San Pedro and the Port of Los Angeles.
The Defendants suggested, at the motions hearing, that on Beatty’s framing of her Article III injury, she entirely discharged her duty merely by filing the present lawsuit. As a result, they suggested the case may already be moot. See Mot. Hr’g Tr., ECF No. 44, at 51:10–18 (“[I]f the theory is she must sue to extinguish her liability, then we don’t know why she would be entitled to anything more. Right? By . . . coming to federal court and opposing in that way, we think that’s [in tension] with the idea that standing needs to remain throughout the case . . . Because if the idea is you have to file a lawsuit or else I’m going to potentially be sued, well the congresswoman filed a lawsuit.”). This line of argument ignores Beatty’s more fundamental obligation to administer the trust in accordance with its terms and protect the trust res. Playing courthouse “ding dong ditch” can hardly be said to satisfy these legal obligations.
That didn't happen so hard it unhappened other things that actually happened.
Me: how do I do taxes? School: here’s a recorder Me: what is a credit score? School: just put it in your mouth and blow like this Me: how do I choose the right healthcare plan? School: HOT. CROSS. BUNS.
An Ubanmech from Battletech
A diagram of the proposed White House ballroom, with an Egyptian tomb extending down below it.
The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money. Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles. But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet. Men at Arms
Picture: The underside of an elephant's foot taking up almost the entire frame. Caption: The last thing you see of an annoyed elephant
"Sometimes it's like watching a wasp land on a stinging nettle: someone's going to get stung and you don't care." -Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
A box of Aunty's delicious spotted dick "steamed puds"
The painting, Portrait du Général Dumas by Olivier Pichat. General Thomas-Alexandre Dumas in uniform and carrying a sabre, riding a rearing, black horse. Thomas-Alexandre Dumas was the father of author Alexandre Dumas. He was the son of a French Marquis and an African slave born in Saint-Domingue (Haiti).