Big_Boss_77

Tilt head still sucks…

Yeah, I did after I saw your comment. Clarified it the rest of the way

Thank you for this comment, it clarified some things for me. I read “dismiss” as “ignore”, not “dismiss” as in “terminate employment”.

He’s a prolific poster on elevator shoe forums

Just turn them into the bank as counterfeit.

If three of us go in, it would be a movement.

Nice, I’ll have to look into it.

Any chance you ship to the USA?

Won’t even assemble them… they’ll just buy, slap a made in USA and branding sticker, rebox, and sell at a 150% markup

Haven’t bought any lately, but they used to be cheap, when cooked right they taste like chicken and have a decent texture…just the slightest bit of chew to them, almost like a steak.

I’ve never had them this way, but I’m intrigued. I usually have them breaded and fried then put over rice with sweet and sour sauce.

With all the strength of a raging fire?

Is there a release date on these… like before September hopefully?

🎵I-----aye am a maan, of constant sorROWS🎵

Second edibles are the fucking devil… those assholes wait until you’re in the pocket and then launch you straight to space shuttle status with a swift kick to the junk.

That’s a great point as well… I wish I had enough to make that big of a difference.

A big-ass hammer.

Not to mention as temperatures continue to climb, more will benefit from the shade because 30% shade will be closer to what the plants consider “normal/ideal”

[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]

Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.

[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]

Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.

[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]

Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.

[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]

Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.

[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]

Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.

[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]

Everyone said they wanted to live in “precedented times”…well, we fucking got it… war in the middle east and an economy heading straight down the shitter… mission fucking accomplished I guess…