@chefmade_92 she heard those strings and knew her pipe master had returned , her walls are about to scraped, reoiled and repainted by an experienced and caring plumber.
shit can bring a man to tears
Bob Odenkirk says Chris Farley refused to end the iconic “Van Down by the River” sketch until he made every performer break character
“Chris would not finish that sketch until he made every performer laugh every single night, seven shows a week”
“He would not stop. He won every time”
“My daughter asked me, ‘What’s the most fun you ever had doing your job?’ I said, ‘That sketch I did with my friend Chris Farley. Every time I did that sketch was the most fun I ever had’”
Australia is planning some of the world's toughest AI regulations
• Water usage will be limited
• AI data centers will be required to become net producers of energy
• AI companies can't train on Australian creators' work without their permission
• Proposals expected to be introduced as legislation in 2027
“Australian writers, musicians, artists and journalists must retain ownership and control of their work. Our laws will spell that out, plain as day ... anything less is theft"
In America I ordered a milkshake and the young man turned it upside down over my head.
I did not move. A samurai does not flinch, even when the ice cream is above him and gravity is the law.
Nothing fell.
The cup hung there, upside down, defying the sky, and the boy held it over me with the calm of a man who has done this ten thousand times and buried his fear long ago.
This is the Blizzard. This is Dairy Queen.
If it falls, they told me, you get it free.
I understood at once. This was not dessert. This was an ordeal.
The boy was not showing off. He was swearing an oath, with his own arm, that he had made the thing thick enough to hang against the earth, and he was betting the price of it on his honor.
The flip is not a trick.
It is a vow.
In my land a smith proved his blade by cutting.
Here a boy of seventeen proves his by turning it over a stranger's head and looking him in the eye while the whole line waits to see if he lied.
He did not lie.
He set it upright, handed it to me, and said "there you go, man," then turned to the next customer as if he had not just gambled his good name across a counter.
I tipped him everything in my pocket.
He tried to give it back. He said it was just a Blizzard.
I told him it was not just a Blizzard.
I could not explain the rest in English, and there was a line, and he was busy.
So I bowed instead.
He said, "You too, man."
That answered nothing I had said.
It answered everything I had felt.