he “disappeared” in WWI, says the wiki. It could be that he’s out there right now, tapping away to the cube roots of all kinds of things.
I’m just going to start singing “ba laa laa lalalala” and I hope you will join int.
And, what of it? Were you able to remember details about yourself?
Wow, it’s really good. Who knew that asking a bot to provide references would immediately improve the quality of the answers?
The reply is pretty self-explanatory too. The cable exists in a 4-dimensional space.
I overslept once outside of an airport in Wilmington. It was a dark, dreary day, and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. Thank God my boss burst into my room, dragged me out of bed, and pushed me in front of that powerpoint presentation. It went really well, despite some judging remarks about having baggy eyes.
Robot Chicken made this exact same joke. I think they stole it from the Church
This is a good hill to die on, and I applaud you for it.
*stabs him*
Ben bir ceviz ağacıyım Gülhane Parkı’nda.
Ne sen bunun farkındasın, ne polis farkında.
Translation:
I am an old Walnut tree in Gülhane Park (Istanbul)
Neither you are aware of this, nor the police
Source:
>>> 0.1 + 0.2
0.30000000000000004
>>> 1e16 * (0.1 + 0.2)
3000000000000000.5
Yes.
The smell is manure, and the dripping is manure.
thats really not helpful
Kenshi. Though usually that means that your corpse was found by slavers, nursed back to health, and its up to you to find replacement limbs and then crawl/hobble/run away from the camp when no one is looking
I really want this for a lot of games. GTA5 became this absolutely beautiful spectacle of a game once I had the ability to control the flow of time. Something beautiful about launching a rocket and watching it crawl to its destination under the twinkling sunlight, past the unsuspecting bypassers who barely have time to register that something is up. Breathtaking game.
A guy who smokes 10 packs of cigarettes a day, and then switches 10 E-cigs is still harming himself with nicotine, and still paying money to those same Tobacco companies – but he’s no longer ingesting tar, and is slowly slowly weaning himself off the substance.
“So you run and you run to catch up with your mum, cos she’s simping
Turn you around, to come up behind you again…”