What are the chances that I, a not particularly tech savvy person, go to download mint and end up bricking my computer?
Honestly, my computer is an absolute bottom of the barrel $200 Dell laptop right now, so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but I’d hate to fuck it up, get a better computer, and fuck that up too.
A very long time ago, and much less technologically advanced:
I went to boarding school. We had a little bit of a propensity for sneaking out of the dorm at night.
New dean comes in our senior year and installs alarms on all the exits.
Our senior year time capsule contains the controlling keypad to that alarm system that wasn’t even functional for twenty four hours.
I’ve no doubt that today’s teens possess the ingenuity to bypass if not completely disable this thing.
Fucking Adobe PDF is becoming damn near unusable because of this. Frustrating because I absolutely have to use it all day every day.
I don’t know. Some people who experience abuse and escape it become far worse abusers when they’re in position to do so.
What I found via the experiences I relayed is that most jukeboxes will allow you to download just about anything. Too niche for an old school unit that has a fixed number of CDs in it, but not too niche for the Internet.
I mean to tell you that I’m that regular. Once in the morning and I’m done until tomorrow.
And yes, I wash my body every single day. Are you telling me the paragon of asshole cleanliness that is Europeans doesn’t?
God Europeans are so eager so shit on all of us. Is it the orange monkey we elected? Is that what did it?
I know Europe loves to shit all over the US on this topic.
Unless I’m sick, well over 95% of my poops take place immediately before I shower. I don’t really see how this is any different.
Jesus Christ. I met my ex-girlfriend through mutual music tastes. We both followed bands that are well under the national radar.
I couldn’t take her to bars because she would load up the jukebox with hours worth of the music we listened to.
I’m the first to admit that it’s an acquired taste, not necessarily something you want to blast throughout a bar full of drunks who don’t know it and more likely than not won’t like it.
This happened over and over. Got thrown out of a couple places because she would get in fights over it.
And I literally can’t leave the office for ten minutes to go buy lunch downstairs. Gotta bring my lunch and eat it at my desk while fielding internal and external questions.
I had an Apple ][+ in 1982 and an Apple ][c in 1984.
Cost less is a relative term depending on application.
They were cheaper than full business model IBM computers (who hadn’t much entered into the home computer market) but significantly more expensive than other home offerings such as commodore or (shudder) radio shack.
When did this start? I last logged into Facebook about a year ago because a high school classmate died and I was expected to post a few words. My account had been deactivated but not deleted for three or four years prior, and I had no issues.
I think I read not too long ago that there are still bales of cash buried around Colombia that were never accounted for.
They’ll make you listen to Vogon poetry. If your head explodes, you’re not a bot.
Suppose Don Diaper weasels his way back in. Do you suppose he’ll remember and/or give two shits about this guy and extend a pardon?
A more sustainable, but way more difficult than it seems game is power hour. There should be multiple versions of it on YouTube. At least there were circa 2010.
It plays a song for a minute, then changes to another song for a minute, then another and so on over sixty minutes.
Every time the song changes, you take a shot of beer.
When I was in college about three hundred years ago, it was called the century club and went for one hundred minutes, but since we didn’t have YouTube back then, it was just watching the clock. Amazing how fast that God damned second game can move.
You mean an even better tempo?
I kid. I kid!
By get shot sixteen times, OP means that Roxanne came on, so he and the burglar immediately proceeded to get WRECKED playing the Roxanne drinking game. Sixteen shots didn’t even get him through the first chorus.
For those who don’t know:
How to play the Roxanne drinking game All you need to play is a sound system of some sort, and the song ‘Roxanne’ by The Police. Next, you split everybody up into 2 teams (usually boys on one team, girls on the other). The girls drink when they hear the word ‘Roxanne’, and the boys drink when they hear ‘put on a red light’. Doesn’t sound like much of a drinking game, right? Wrong! It’s unbelievable how many times The Police repeat these lyrics in the song and so this game can be a good laugh if played occasionally.
I tried via search and failed to prove it, but I’m nearly certain this was an old Facebook satire page.
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