Didn’t he have a panel in his X-Wing that displayed communication from R2?

Reminds me of this song I came across recently: My Girl’s Pussy

Exactly why I opened the comments here

Yarhar and all that

I have one at home but I don’t stand at it much, just for a few minutes here and there. But it’s still useful that it moves. Its good to have it at the exact right height and raising it makes moving cables easier. I plugged in a new USB dock on my static desk at work the other day. It was a pain in the arse, the hole of which I almost exposed to the whole office when I got up off the floor.

Now the kilt was only for day-to-day wear. In battle, we donned a full-length ballgown covered in sequins. The idea was to blind your opponent with luxury.

I said war! Huh! Good god y’all.

What is it good for? Doing this probably.

If you mean should you be embarrassed about being set up on a date by your parent then no, as others have pointed out in these comments it’s been happening since the dawn of time. I’m 38 and I’d love to be set up on a date by my parents or frankly anyone. But I think I’d find not being consulted about it a bit annoying.

Oh yes, yesterday, that was when my troubles seemed so far away.

Yea, I can remember when the advice was to create a “handle” and never use your real details.

Remove “Burger Owner” from the headline.

Yea human lifespan hasn’t really changed over time but as you say infant mortality, pandemics, war and a complete lack of industrial safety for over a century have skewed the average over the years.

I know plenty of people who are grandparents in their 30s today.

Nope. Cats have been proven to consistently meow or vocalise in a different way to humans than other cats. So they know the difference.

T to the P to the motherfuckin’ G

Toxo-plasma-gon-dii!

Picture this, you’re a parasite that can inhabit any warm blooded animal but can only reproduce when you’re inhabiting a cat. You start scrambling the brains of mice and rats to make them more likely to run into and provide tasty transport to your feline fuck pads, but that only gets you so far. What’s the best way to bump up your gondii count to insane numbers? Do your little noodle-nobbling act on a species of ape with a big ol’ brain box, giving them the curiosity to think outside of it, leading to the development of the world altering technology that is agriculture. Now those sowing simians and the one animal you need to propagate live in close quarters, infecting each other with you back and forth. Hell, give it enough time and your shaggy shag wagons start to evolve specifically to manipulate those bipedal bonebags into actively taking care of them and even sleeping in the same damn bed! The monkeys get even smarter and don’t need pussy powered pest control anymore? No problem, the population of your kitty cum camps and their custodians has exploded. There’s no chance the relationship between both species is ever going to end at this stage as its an embedded part of human culture. Congratulations, you’ve guaranteed the existence of your kind forever. Or until the whole climate change thing you sort of unknowingly enabled wipes everything out. But hey, not a bad run for an unthinking alveolate.

Go on…

That was amazing and highly informative!

Once I saw my cat’s tail go past the top of my laptop screen, then a few seconds later saw it again. Moved the screen down to see my cat staring down another cat in my living room which looked very similar. My cat leaped at the other and then they immediately ran outside.

The prosecution lawyer is going to argue that evidence could have been faked. Then it comes down to how convincing the jury find that argument. Personally I’d say that you could have been using a VPN to make it appear that you were accessing Youtube from home or that you left your phone at home and just left Youtube auto playing or ran some sort of automation to search for and play videos.

As you suggested I used to do this when distro hopping on my old HP Elitebook that needed Realtek WiFi drivers to be installed manually most of the time.