That was my experience. If I did want to check an executable because I was getting a cracked copy of something I had a piece of shit computer that wasn’t connected to anything where I could move the file and test it.
Most of the malware was hilariously unoptimized and would grind the piece of shit to a halt immediately. I had a stolen copy of Deep Freeze from work so a quick reboot put everything back.
I know a family who was directly behind one and one of the thinner logs flew off the truck and through their window directly between the two adults in the front seat.
A friend of mine was riding behind a semi when the bracket holding the mudflap detached. Ended up with a 2 inch hole in his hood. The cop that came out wouldn’t write up a report for insurance because he didn’t believe the story, even in the middle of the damn interstate with a fresh hood hole. So my friend drove around for years with a hole in his hood. I think that’s the day he started hating cops.
I’m actually very happy with both, I just like to talk shit.
My therapist just asks if I drank less than last week. Then we have a staring contest for 26 minutes.
I got a coach at the gym and we do the same thing.
Now I need to figure out which one to fire because that’s almost an hour of me not admitting shit. I only really need it from one of them.
I love blue rare filets, but I don’t enjoy a ribeye or strip that way because the fat doesn’t have any time to render and ends up with a gross texture.
For a really good ribeye (assuming I have the time and energy) I’ll smoke it on low up to rare then sear it so it comes out medium rare.
I successfully used the Barenaked Ladies Snacktime! album to move one of my friend’s kids from kids music to folk rock to hard rock. She now occasionally drags me to big concerts and we got tattoos (not matching) at the same time for her very first tattoo. I’m her favorite uncle, even though she has two that are actually related and pretty good guys.
Sunrise, sunset.