Ah, fuck I miss the goons, too. I still log in every couple of years or so. It’s sort of like walking down a street you used to live on. It’s all still familiar, but nothing is really the same.
Ah, fuck I miss the goons, too. I still log in every couple of years or so. It’s sort of like walking down a street you used to live on. It’s all still familiar, but nothing is really the same.
They could connect it to the Internet, I guess.
Girlfriend at the time noticed this on my phone and had some choice questions for me.
Pea-shooter for life 🔫
Give me weights for the coefficients and I’ll construct a matrix
“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true…”
Who else here remembers late nights slaying demons to Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bridge over Troubled Water?”