Does this have the ability to scroll and stitch together long documents or web pages?

To be fair, most of what I’ve seen of Chinese cuisine looks like dog yack, so I think we got the better end of the deal.

My GF, who likes to make a lot of handmade gifts, says she understands craft stores like Hobby Lobby (which this is) putting put stuff out early, since other crafters are probably starting their projects around this time and might need a few months to get them ready.

But this shit better not cross over into regular retail stores.

https://youtu.be/FweAZfgZMvw?si=sgrFvh5IyvYL7qjN

Thanks, I threw up a little.

You sit on the toilet to poop, but the poop never stops coming out of your butt. You have to start flushing the toilet every two minutes to keep up. You try to pinch your butt closed but that makes your insides hurt. The poop accelerates. You call 911. The paramedics call for doctors. The doctors call for specialists. The story trends on Twitter. You turn down talk show appearances. Your septic tank fails. People form a cult. Your toilet is finished. Volunteers arrive with buckets and shovels. You are completely used to the smell. The poop accelerates. You are moved to a stepladder with a hole in the top step. The poop accelerates. The shovelers abandon the buckets and shovel directly out the window. The poop accelerates. A candlelight vigil forms around your house. One of the workers falls over and can’t free himself. The poop accelerates. A priest knocks over the stepladder and tackles you out the window. You land in the pile. The poop accelerates. The force now propels you forward and upward. Vigil goers grab at your legs. The poop ignites from their candles. The Facebook live event hits 1 million viewers. The poop accelerates. You are 30 feet in the air. The fire engulfs the vigil and your house. 60 feet. The poop accelerates. The torrent underneath you is deafening. 5 million Facebook live viewers. You try to close up shop but your butthole disintegrated long ago. 120 feet up. Your house explodes. The poop accelerates. 1000 feet. You are now tracked on radar. You try to change your angle of ascent but you should have thought of that way earlier. The poop accelerates. 4,000 feet. NORAD upgrades to DEFCON 3. Concentric circles of fire engulf your city. The poop accelerates. You have broken the sound barrier. 30,000 feet. You no longer take in enough oxygen to sustain consciousness. 60,000 feet. CNN is reporting on all the world records you’ve broken. 200,000 feet. You are no longer alive. The poop accelerates. Your body disintegrates but your poop contrail remains. NASA can no longer track you. You break the light-speed barrier and we can no longer bear witness. The poop accelerates. Forever.

I think the joke is supposed to be that the gray lumpy figure is a female and yellow spiky figure is horny for her? I’m not sure, I can’t get past those cracked out facial expressions.

Your comment just reminded me that I’ve been paying for the family plan to include my father. The same guy that just kicked me out of the house I’d been paying him rent for.

Screw that guy. Enjoy your unskippable ads pops!

Stinkhorns. There’s an entire family of stinky dick mushrooms.

I’m really triggered by the idea that Linux makes running old software easy. The bane of my existence is finding an application that depends on libButts.5.1, but my distro ships with libButts.5.3, which isn’t backward compatible for some reason, and trying to install libButts.5.1 bricks the desktop environment for some reason.