It's working great. There have been no smoke clouds around the pit. It seems to redirect the air flow just enough to keep all the smoke in the back.

And I suspect I would have enough money left over to build 1000 of these across the country.

I could probably also bother to make it more wheelchair accessible so we can see some sick wheelchair-based cosplays.

I think with a trillion dollars I could at least build my own Ren Faire so I don't have to drive 2 hours to the one in MD (I'm counting the hour spent in the last mile of traffic to get in the parking lot) and properly staff it with enough beer lines to not have to wait half an hour for every drink.

What other scrotum?

That ear. Just the best ear. No scars. You know, some people say this ear would never scar. You could drive a truck over this ear. Actually, we did. You'd never see a Democrat driving a truck over their ear. Or the other thing.

It's a massive own-goal to admit the only reason one cares about being a good person or helping others is the threat of eternal damnation. Just skip the imaginary friend putting you into an abusive relationship and go straight to egalitarianism.

They don't need confirmation that your number is active. They already know it is because they bought your number from your service provider in the first place.

Religious folk love to tell you all about how great it is to be a believer, then when you're there, tell you how wrong you are to expect anything good for yourself beyond whatever vibes you can force yourself into. "Just gotta believe harder."

I found something constructive to believe in: myself.

In fairness, "Fart Sequence, TN" is not immediately obvious as fake, considering real town names in TN like Bean Station.

But if we ban AI, then I'm going to have to actually learn and/or relearn how to do my job instead of scrolling Instagram all day!

There are a lot of women who are very comfortable publicly stating they would never date a balding man.

It's just a city. One that smells like pee everywhere. One that only just figured out using trash cans. The pizza sucks just like everywhere else because pizza is, even at it's best, a mid dish. And yet they make it a core part of their identity. It's people all have Stockholm Syndrome for the city.

NYC, being the center of TV production, broadcasts for itself an outsized sense of importance to the rest of the country.

Hell, even it's name is a lie. The place is fully in New Jersey.