When I was a contractor, me and the guys on my crew used to say "you can tuna piano, but you can't tuna half." Just a little inside joke that didn't have to make sense to make us giggle.
My wife scooped me up with a special pouch between her legs.
I've never heard of this, but as somebody who has eyes, I am eminently qualified to say with total certainty that Star Wars is an extremely lazy Dune ripoff.
This is me and my buddy Kyle circa 3rd period math class in 10th grade, at least twice a week.
Satanists are still out here fighting the good fight, and we still don't believe in a literal Satan.
The fact that you're getting so worked up over this says more about your intelligence than mine. And the amount of times you called me stupid says to me that I'm interacting with an actual child. Step away from the keyboard and get some perspective. Online arguments are not worth this temper tantrum you're throwing right now. Settle down and have a juice box, kiddo.
I'm not in the business of making friends with statists anyway, so I'll be fine without you. I find it hard to have a conversation with someone when their breath smells so strongly of boot leather.
I don't mind downvotes, it's still engagement and it's been civil. And here's the thing; I don't know if I am right. I just know how I feel about shit.
