Sabaidee mai krup

Git gud, scrub

Tataouine

please. SIT. on my FACE

That vendor story was so greasy it reminded me to take a shower.

It was gorgeous in Fredericksburg, poking through tunnels of clouds throughout the eclipse.

They look at the TTL of the incoming packets. This can be modified in the windows registry.

Leazel sound githyanki

I thought Donkey Town was in Tijuana

If you don’t rock and stone, you ain’t coming home.

DNR

Ouch.

I’ve been in IT over 20 years and I say “wee fee.”

Never asked them directly, figured they tell me if they wanted to but it never came up.

Nothing notably odd outside of their lifestyle. Neither one did drugs or drank. The VHS guy crashed in the ranch manager’s garage, which was my neighbor, so I’d chill with him and watch movie sometimes. They both had a great sense of humor.

They showed up to work on time everyday, worked hard, and just did normal stuff off-hours. No reason they couldn’t stay in one place as far as I could tell. I was 17 at the time, so I could have missed some cues, but nothing made them stand out.

We all made $5.25 under the table and got free lunch. It was a pretty good gig for a teenager and someone that didn’t care about taxes. I guess once they got enough money under their belt to move on, they did.

I’ve met two. Used to work with them on a ranch when I was a kid. Cool guys, wouldn’t live in the same place for more than three months.

One of the dudes carried around a tiny TV with a built in VHS and a handful of movies. The other guy was just heading South, I think maybe going to Mexico.

When they decided to move on they just left, no goodbyes or heads up… just gone one day.

200000 beard-seconds tall.

“So what’s the charge code you want me to use on that last email?” normally gets the point across.

Awesome find.

Dudes so stressed his eyebrows are going bald.

You first.