I start to get weak and fussy if it's 12:30 pm and I haven't had lunch. Assuming I get lost in the woods after breakfast that means I have a good 3-4 hours to find a settlement before I drop dead of being a little bitch.
herrcaptain
joined 2 years ago
Mathematically it works out to half the ~~cancer~~ type 2 diabetes and stroke.
Edit: Fixed the disease
Pros: price
Cons: the watch doesn't work and now you have lead poisoning
I can smell this comment, and now I have even more microplastic in my blood.
I have no idea about the site itself, but having the domain registration showing as private isn't necessarily a red flag in itself. I do it myself to avoid spam, and it's a free service offered by many registrars.
As someone else commented, however, if it feels fishy you're probably correct.
That's fair. I'm certainly not against the concept of drinks with sugar alternatives, but for whatever reason the only one I actually enjoy is Fresca.
It's the "no sugar" part that I find the most blasphemous.
Classic Lemmy user, bringing not one but two laptops to a live show.
Given that I mostly play heavily-modded games, a run is usually "complete" when it is abandoned due to its inevitable TPS death.
Right? At this point I'm just sticking with WordPress because I can't be bothered to migrate a bunch of sites off of it. Every year for the past decade it's felt jankier. Tumblr's backend has to be a dumpster fire for this to seem like a good idea.
My criticism aside, WP still has the convenience factor of being the open source web platform that has a plugin for just about any need. Whether those plugins are gonna break for site or introduce interesting new vulnerabilities is a different discussion.
I'm more curious as to why "$1.00 Drinks" costs $3.30.
I wish the article went into some detail about how the hell a 72-year-old fought in a war. I know people can be in good shape at that age, but I wouldn't think they'd be in voluntarily joining a war shape.
Also, how did he end up in the custody of Russia? Captured, or just strolled into Moscow one day with his big balls clanging at each step.