AFK BRB Chocolate (CA version)

I’d guess that without having a parachute, it would always be error.

Would be funny if they made a horror movie sequel.

Well no, not necessarily. Here’s an area near me. There are a number of valleys you can see that aren’t surrounded by other valleys.

Not as badly as it did Ivanka

Even just what’s in the movie seems torturous. It’s implied that he experiences the day thousands of times. Seems like that would drive a person insane.

Oh, that’s a nightmare! In the movie, there were so many things he could learn and do because he was in a town.

With my luck I’d get one where I wake up with massive diarrhea and vomiting, and have to spend the day by the toilet.

How do you do that when your loop is being on the plane already?

There are worse ones

I’m guessing in a valley surrounded by mountains, based on the pic, but who knows.

I admit that I had to stare at that pic for a second longer than should have been necessary.

That probably wouldn’t happen. What would happen is that it would go to the courts whether a president can really pardon himself or not. His corrupt SCOTUS might actually say they can, but regardless it would probably take long enough that he’d be dead and not caring.

Plus he’s making giant piles of money bilking the American people. And you can bet that, before his term ends, he’ll give himself a blanket pardon.

It kind of depends on the reason for the boycott and how widely it’s understood. Like I for sure judge anyone who buys a cybertuck today.

Yeah, it really throws me off. I’m a little overly sensitive to body language and other cues about what a person is thinking and feeling, and some of that is messed up when the speed is increased.

Ugh, sorry!

A good beef jerky is my go-to. Normally I’m a chocoholic, but chocolate isn’t great as a road trip snack.

Awesome.

“This glowingly price review is almost perfect, it just needs something… I know, a scream emoji!”

My first thought too. Doesn’t look like a real pic.

I love that each has three emojis, and most of them make no sense.

The first time I had Thanksgiving with my first wife’s family, one of the dishes was blackberry jello with green grapes in it. I was never a big jello fan, but I took some of everything to be polite. I put a fork full in my mouth, bit down, and thought “oh no, something is rancid!” The texture was wrong, too. I was just going to spit it into my napkin when I realized it wasn’t rancid, but it took a moment for me to place the flavor. It was a green olive.

That should have been a warning that there was something wrong with that family.