I know that it didn’t actually flee and just drove off because it was following it’s programming, but damn, the mental image of this robot hitting a car and then going, “Oh, shit! I’m outta here,” is hilarious to me.
…I may be a little high.
A zebra is closer to the size of a donkey than a horse, and donkeys have about 5 horsepower, so a 200hp car would be about 40zf (zebra force). Also, since horses actually have about 15 horsepower, that same car would be about 13ahp (actual horse power). Llamas are also about the size of a donkey, so probably similar numbers.
Disclaimer: I’m not a scientist and these numbers came from my ass.
Or additional dumbasses. Dumbass is not an uncommon trait, after all.
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Oh shit, I think I just discovered a kink. I have always enjoyed ripping open those bags, but I have never had the opportunity to rip fishnet stockings. Now, it occurs to me that I may really enjoy ripping open a pair of fishnet stockings to get to the…fruit…inside.
Well yeah, that’s why clocks are round.
You can tell…by the way that it is.
Well, of course! It takes imagination to be a great chef.
We already played this game in the 80s, when hair spray was supposedly causing the hole in the ozone layer. Look where it got us.
I don’t understand this. Where did it get us?
No, not buffet. Buffet. As in Warren.
As usual, I voted for who I wanted in the primary and I’ll vote for who I must in November and, as usual, they won’t be the same person.