A few come to mind…
“Ohana means family, you piece of shit.” — “Lilo & Stitch”, 2002.
“If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all, you piece of shit.” — “Bambi”, 1942
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, you piece of shit!” — “Mary Poppins”, 1964
Judicial oversight is a thing at some point, right?
This isn’t a big deal.
If you’re developing in Xcode, you did not buy an 8GB Mac in the last 10-years.
If you are just using your Mac for Facebook and email, I don’t think you know what RAM is.
If you know what RAM is, and you bought an 8GB Mac in the last 10-years, then you are likely self-aware of your limited demands and/or made an informed compromise.
Grossman, now 60, was speeding behind a car driven by her then-lover, former Los Angeles Dodgers pitcher Scott Erickson, when she fatally hit the boys, prosecutors have said.
Who the fuck is this person?
As another commenter noted, she’s just listed as a “socialite”—translating to “unemployed idle person of/from wealthy family”. And on top of being a socialite noted for founding a burn victim charity under her husband’s name, she killed a couple of kids while speeding behind her former MLB playing “lover”?
And the defense she offered was,* “If I had seen them, I would have avoided them”.*
No shit, lady. That doesn’t make you a good person. Her response makes it clear she has never experienced accountability for her shitty actions before.
“Listen, Judge—and you too, jury—if I was looking at all the things I was about to drive over, I would have totally not committed manslaughter. I really think I did a terrific job for how fast I was driving behind my lover. I really am the sort of wonderful person who would continue to drive fast and recklessly in a selfish fashion, and would even consider driving my vehicle into a tree rather than run over little boys (if I could see them) or change my behavior in any discernible way (I’ve never needed to before), or suggest that I am accountable for my actions (LOL). You see, when something bad happens (for me), it really needs to be someone else’s fault, or at least people should agree that whatever happened wasn’t that bad and I must have already suffered enough. Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough? I’ve probably suffered the most throughout this whole ordeal, out of anyone. I’m self-convinced everyone agrees with me and I can assure you that I lack the empathy to understand any other viewpoint. I think we are done here. Have the valet bring my car around, the Diamond Backs are in town and I’m feeling in a southwest sort of mood.”
There’s something about the guy just fucking up a perfectly peaceful and serene moment of nature with a dumb-fuck grin and selfie cam, that perfectly encapsulates jet ski riders.
I have two MegaBoom 2’s—one is a complete champ, the other has very short battery life at this point.
They both work for my needs—the short battery one is in my bathroom and I leave it plugged in now.
The other one just floats around the house and gets a decent amount of use from my kids, who may or may not be slightly older than the speakers themselves.
The fact that they both work and only one has noticeably degraded battery life is surprising.
Nas T-Funk was the OG of Funeral Beat Boxing.
This new guy can only walk-in thanks to people having already opened the doors and windows on account of Nas T-Funk.
Only source seems to be this Slate article:
In respect to that specific Slate article, Snopes had some issues with it and labeled the story as “unproven”:
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/chinese-drivers-kill-pedestrians/
The Snopes article does a nice job of pointing out the Slate article’s issues.
This reminds me of that Chinese law about being personally responsible for all medical debts of a person you run over—incentivizing killing the person, rather than injuring them.
I loved these games back in the day.
My memory might be a bit fuzzy, but I seem to recall an old Easter egg or mod or something that allowed you to fire NPCs out of an RPG—it was about the funniest thing I had experienced in a video game up to that point.
I don’t disagree that 8GB is generally less than I would accept for normal usage, but the way this article is written you can tell the author really doesn’t have any reasonable grasp of memory management.
The cake is a lie.
If you’re a dude who hunts handsy priests using ninjitsu, I’d consider you a useful man…
How many more toasters do they have, that they had to start using the ceiling?
Since the Jedi had fucked up “codes” to live by, I never would have expected them to rescue the mom.
Queen Amidala, however…
How fucked up is it that she was taken in by Anakin’s mother, who (as a god damn slave) fed her, gave her a place to stay, allowed her son to risk his life in a pod race, and ultimately gave her only son up willingly to go with her and the two Jedi, not really knowing what would happen but just trusting he’d be safe—but then, that same kid who gets attacked on the way to the ship just leaving Tattooine, ends up flying a fighter craft and destroying the droid control ship which saves Amidala’s entire planet and people. The fact the kid survived any of that is a miracle, but he clearly misses his mother. A fact Amidala was blatantly aware of.
The fact that Amidala, who had nearly infinite resources at her disposal, owed her life and every life she was responsible for in Naboo to Anakin, and was clearly aware of pretty much the only thing Anakin wanted in the entire universe—his god damn mother—and yet Amidala didn’t do jack fucking shit to drop a few coins on Watto and free Shmi.
I never would have expected the Jedi to free her, but Amidala? What a fucking piece of work…
Those gators might be better off with six legs. I prefer to think of it as “exceeding expectations”.
Ugh, I am not looking forward to sweaty meatheads calling themselves “Golden Masters”…
I feel like the Mystery Machine became a requirement after Venkman exploded too many real estate developers.