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Girls not curious or just used their knowledge base?

Wall Street: I don’t see the issue?

Tolerance for somebody who wants you to die because you aren’t a perfect aryan master race chad. Make it make sense.

Photographers generally want people to see their photos. So no, they were not thinking about the second part.

Use a controller instead of a keyboard if you can.

Use the practice missions in the starting town. Get those challenges done.

Take a few lives to just practice visiting different destinations as fast as possible.

Some people say handle. I think it’s to have an electronic device slotted in to do something inside while it’s in the oven. Not sure it was intended for baking food.

(Verse 1) Well, I was ridin' the range, just me and my truck, Through the dust and the tumbleweeds, out of pure luck. She was shiny and new, with a mind of her own, My trusty old partner, on the wide open road.

(Chorus) But my self-driving truck, she's got a heart of steel, Left me in the dust, for another man's wheel. She don't need no cowboy, to tell her what to do, My self-driving truck, found herself someone new.

(Verse 2) We'd roamed through the deserts, and over the plains, Through the storms and the sunshine, the joy and the pain. But she up and left me, without a goodbye, Now I'm just a lone cowboy, under the big sky.

(Chorus) Oh, my self-driving truck, she's got a heart of steel, Left me in the dust, for another man's wheel. She don't need no cowboy, to tell her what to do, My self-driving truck, found herself someone new.

(Bridge) I guess I never thought, that she'd leave me this way, With a mind of her own, she chose her own way. Now I'm stuck here alone, with my old boots and hat, Just a cowboy in the sunset, where the memories sat.

(Chorus) Yeah, my self-driving truck, she's got a heart of steel, Left me in the dust, for another man's wheel. She don't need no cowboy, to tell her what to do, My self-driving truck, found herself someone new.

(Outro) So here's to the highways, and the roads that we roam, To the self-driving trucks, that find their own home. I'll keep riding solo, through the wind and the rain, Just a cowboy without his truck, but I'll never complain.

It’s a super risky strategy. If you win the outcome lottery then you’ll be accepted as one of the good ones.

But it’s a lot more likely that you’ll be arrested too after having made the lives of everybody like you worse.

Humans decisions being a statistical distribution will have some people who can’t properly make this risk calculation.

It’s the same energy as women siding with the misogynists.

Just spitballing here. How about taking slivers of the prophets tomb and spreading them around the planet. Get those shrines blessed and certified, so now pilgrims can travel shorter distances.

I’m happy nobody was hurt. Keep trying kerbalnaughts!

Home is where your heart is ❤️