I can’t stand all they stuff they add on top of the chicken bones. Such a hard time picking it all up before I start crunching on some ribs.

Only one reason I can think of

I think Tyreek is a piece of shit, but these officers didn’t handle this very well either.

Breathe

One, but they’re prescription so I baby the heck out of them.

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How’s that guy doing these days?

Even on that post route the play before I think it was. Lamar was a bit more under pressure, but Likely was open!

That pass to Flowers too, surprised they didn’t connect.

Thank you!

I thought the game started at 8:20, whats with all the theatrics?

Dead to me. Can’t support that region at all.

My fart in a jar

I like this guide! However, I keep running into an Operation not permitted error when attempting to change the ownership to the plex.plex group. I’ve run into this a few times and cannot seem to get around it.

EDIT: Got it working, though still running into an operation not permitted error. Though, I unmounted and remounted the drives changing the uid to a new mount point. Plex is able to see the files now!

Now to start messing with docker…

EDIT 2: Short lived, changes revert after reboot and have to remount again with changes.

Thank you! I’ll give this a try later tonight and report back!

Just reinforcing the do first, apologize later mentality. They’ll get away with as much as they possibly can, then drop an “I’m sowwy” like a BP CEO in South Park.

https://youtu.be/15HTd4Um1m4?si=MEu6Q1wXVoTFoZ2K

I’ve been making Alton Brown’s seedy date bars. Not too much prep, and quick to snag and enjoy! Maybe 170 calories per bar

I nearly forgot about this game with all the calamity going on. Had so much fun with this one originally.

In the halls of my middle school, I felt like a ghost, invisible to everyone except the bullies who made my life a living hell. Every day, they taunted me, mocked my appearance, and tripped me in the hallway.

I tried to ignore them, but the constant harassment wore me down. One day, pushed to my limit, I finally snapped. When the ringleader, Jake, shoved me into a locker, I swung back, landing a punch square on Jake’s nose.

The satisfaction of retaliation was fleeting as the principal’s office became my next destination. Despite explaining my side, I was met with a stern lecture on violence and the consequences of my actions.

But in that moment of defiance, something shifted within me. I realized that standing up for myself didn’t have to involve fists. It meant finding the courage to speak out, seeking help from trusted adults, and refusing to let the bullies define me.

That night my dad came into my room and savagely beat with a set of jumper cables for getting in trouble.