muckswirler posted:

Solid opinions. One time my brother drank a whole bottle of A1 sauce and had the gnarliest most explosive farts imaginable and left a suubtle A1 scent everywhere he went for a week.

Kenny Logins posted:

Farmdizzle posted:

you can only feed up to 3 fixtures with a 1/2" line. if you have any more than that on the other side of a house like say two or more bathrooms theres usually gonna be a 3/4 going to some kind of tee unless theres a manifold. 3/8" is used for supply lines to appliances like swamp coolers and ice makers

anyway pics thread, i had to see this horrid typeface so now you do too

Reince Penis posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iO6qIM2WO6k&t=216s

RIP Sad Henry never forget

Sagebrush posted:

i found the app that makes these and now i'm basically crying

https://a.pomf.cat/pjozwi.mp4

FMguru posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSuregWhlWk

datajugend posted:

syscall girl posted:

pretty sure val kilmer was not in master of disguise

but

H.P. Hovercraft posted:

no no i’m the american flag socks

hahahaha that’s so offensive

Schadenboner posted:

Im the poorly-tailored pants showing marked tightness around the thigh.

NoneMoreNegative posted:

FAT32 SHAMER posted:

i have a tiki god of focus and a stack of programming books



I hate having an open office

prefect posted:

i hope steven spielberg falls down a well

TOOT BOOT posted:

It seems really insufferable based on that image everyone keeps posting but I imagine RPO could work as a movie where every reference isn't explicitly spelled out for you.

Synthbuttrange posted:

its going to make a billion bucks

Liver Disaster posted:

curiosity/hate reads/views still count as a sale for that dogshit

Chris Knight posted:

heh

sounds like the title character from "juno", the expert on the era that they weren't even alive for

the prequel

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We're also told the government has been tracking the habits of its elite players, and when they arrive at their virtual battle stations, they find their favorite snacks waiting for them, their favorite songs queued up to accompany their virtual space fights, not to mention a “special strain of weed that helps people focus and enhances their ability to play videogames” that's been cultivated just for them. In one revealing moment, Zack calls his mom in midst of the alien invasion and says the words that burn in the heart of every gamer who has ever felt demeaned for the hours they lavish on their favorite hobby: “All those years I spent playing videogames weren't wasted after all, eh?”

Zack’s mom is one of the very few women in the book who get any airtime at all, as is his love interest, a fellow gamer recruit named Lex. You might wonder: What is Lex about? What motivates her? It doesn't matter. What's important about her is that she's a hot girl from Austin who gets his jokes, has “alabaster skin,” sports a seminude Tank Girl tattoo, and wants to make out with our hero after hearing that he's one of the best Armada players in the world:

“My Terra Firma ranking is too abysmal to say out loud,” I said, laying on the false modesty with a trowel. “But in the Armada rankings I'm currently sixth.”
Her eyes widened, and she swiveled her head around to stare at me.
“Sixth place?” she repeated. “In the world? No bullshit?”
I crossed my heart, but did not hope to die.
“That's some serious bill-paying skillage,” she said. “Color me impressed, Zack-Zack Lightman.”
“Color me flattered, Miss Larkin,” I replied.

It's a cringingly terrible and transparent bit of self-indulgence, one of many in the book that walks so close to the line of video game fan fiction that it becomes nearly indistinguishable.

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But in a brief and fleeting moment of insight, Zack finally decides to close up the boxes and move on with his life. It was “high time [he] grew up,” he decides, adding that “the time had come for me to stop living in the past.”

The novel spends the next 300 pages doing the opposite.