Also, you’re not really supposed to carry it around with you, the ideas that you would put this in a safe document storage place until you need it for something specific.

I believe the primary reason is that there are counterfeiting counter measures, and if you laminated it, it would make it hard to use verification methods that allow you to make sure it’s a real one. They want to know that it is not copied, altered, or otherwise illegally fabricated.

Also, it should be noted that this is an identification card that can allow you to do crazy things like apply for official documents and loans. This number is extremely helpful for people wanting to steal your identity. I believe the idea is that if you lose it, it should degrade and disintegrate so you can get a new one without worrying that your identity will be stolen. Although, this is just my speculation.

I think a lot of this joke refers to the Roman god Mars, and the Roman Goddess Venus, more than it does the planetary bodies. Roman and Greek mythology both have a lot of gender fuckery, so I think it’s pretty appropriate.

That bing AI thing says there’s somewhere around 65 to 70 named Roman deities, so I’m gonna make a call and say that there are probably 69 genders.

Holy shit, ordering the wrong batteries was the icing on the cake.

Tony scratched his neck, his high visibility vest making him itchy again. He took off his bright yellow hardhat, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Now cradling his hardhat under one arm, and a clipboard in his hand, he sidled over to the rich prick. “Look, Enrique, I really need you to sign the…” He paused for a rattling rumble, as a dump truck disgorged another load of printer cartridges onto the front lawn. “…pink copy of the bill of lading. It confirms the delivery was made, and my drivers can get paid.”

Enrique sputtered, fuming. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?“ He said, gesturing at the small hill nearly obscuring his mansion.

“Well…” Tony grunted. “ You better hope that some of these loads have magenta, otherwise these piles of cyan and yellow are totally useless.“

I know y’all are joking, but seriously, what is going on here?

This is the worst thing I’ve seen in a really long time. I hate it so much. I will definitely be sending this to several friends like a chain email.

Ah yes, the sound of 3000 seals orgasming in concert.

Wait, how big IS a football field?

Exactly

Anything to do with ‘r’s is a bit contentious. Like America still uses ‘r’s how they’re written.

Now the British are like “Goodness me, you still pronounce the ‘r’ in cah and fah? How uncouth, we’ve moved those pesky ‘r’s to other words ages ago”.

“Moved to where?”

“Any word ending in the lettah ‘a’ I suppose.”

Mass Effect is my most favorite series ever. Also played dragon age and liked it.

I appreciate the answer, I haven’t played any of those.

I have not, I’ll have to check it out

Thank you! You’ve answered a question I never really knew how to ask. I hope you have a really nice day.

Edit: Also threw an upvote towards AFKBRBChocolate. Credit to whom credit is due.

I don’t know if there is a specific word for it, but I think I know what you mean.

I was driving in traffic on a major interstate recently, and glanced out the window. I was struck by how many cars there were.

I kinda came to an overwhelming realization that each of these cars contained people with lives and hopes and dreams. They had all had years of life and memories leading up to them being behind the wheel in the car next to me. Most would have years to live in the future. There where cumulative millenia of experiences I’d never bear witness to.

I was just a small part, a single glance in their day; a day where they in turn would see thousands more.

Like stepping one too many times off the top of a dark staircase, there was an odd sense of… vertigo? Or, if you’re walking in murky water, and it drops off into sudden depth. There’s a short flash of panic at the sudden moreness of it, and you shake yourself, readjust, and go on with your day.

Maybe the phrase “existential crises” might apply somehow?

Depends. He is indestructible and, as far as I know, not a renowned chef. Cooking with ingredients that you actually put in food should be totally safe for him.

He might be able to find some kind of exotic alien substance that could cause some physical pain, but at that point, is he really cooking? Or just adding something painful to food?

Sidenote, he could probably find some kind of kryptonite that would disable his powers for a meal.

All beverages are now required to be Diet New Coke served exclusively in those tiny cardboard milk cartons.

-Metric system

-abolish penny

-abolish daylight savings time

-Every month is now five 6-day weeks (More orderly, no Monday)

-Last five days of every year (Six on leap years) Is now a New Year’s festival.

-move august and july to end of year (now September, October, November, December Correspond with their correctly numbered month)

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Meaning there’s very little actual meat? Or something about odd smells?