We have three options here:

All dairy products are actually non-dairy equivalents that happened to just take the original names.

There are equally intelligent milk-producing species that either keep themselves in a milk producing state or are otherwise forced into said state.

Or

There is an unseen slave caste of lesser intelligent members of species that are harvested for their products.

“Hey, boss. Word is one of our competitors is planning a hostile takeover, what’s the plan?”

“Turn them into rations and leather dusters.”

First, do you have insurance?

What a curious game. The only winning move is not to play.

The Absolute universe would kill it as an animated series. They’re doing some top tier work with those books.

Wonder Woman at the very least deserves it. It’s been great seeing her get more positive attention, and this incarnation of her character has been one of the best.

Nah, even Satan is uncomfortable looking at that one. Sacrifice not accepted. In fact, resurrected.

Obama has already won the war. Now is the time for patience as everyone else realizes.

He’s sad, for he knows his fate.

Is this the step before or after being the age to want things to change, but old enough to be jaded?

They generally have them on the containment units, and if they’re used elsewhere, on the pipes/machines carrying/using the chemicals.

Now, if they’ve been properly replaced since installation is a completely different question. I’ve seen far too many faded/shredded diamonds on the sides of things.

When I prayed for Jesus to be packin’, this is not what I meant.

Oh well, least I still have Mohammed. Maybe Buddha, too.

Damn, that’s been the problem.

I’ve been taking whichever fork Saria’s Song was coming from.

Goes to show how well my memory works, I genuinely thought it was supposed to still be a thing in 1 but the official deal fell through until 2.

The official shoes of Sonic, at least during the Adventure era.

They’re enclosure-mates!

Same day, after the event at the school, thankfully, but I was with several fellow graduates when it happened. There was an extremely popular steakhouse we all went to with our families, and every one of us who ordered the signature steak ended up getting food poisoning, and several of us ended up getting caught very suddenly by it.

Days over, no coming back from that. Time for a long shower, fresh clothes, and go back to bed. Probably not sleep, because I’ll be dealing with embarrassment and flashbacks to graduating high school.

My only comfort still remains that I was not alone that day. Several of us got awful cases of food poisoning.

That’s the great/terrible thing about parts of the U.S this time of year! You can do both in the same day! You can watch as the alerts for burn risk due to low humidity and high temperatures pops up alongside the freeze warning for the night.

It’s just the best! I fucking hate it! You stay in layers until the sudden onset of heatstroke. You get to feel like the Mad Hatter is in control of the thermostat, always ready to change layers.

Not just that, he’s absolutely unspookable without a spine! We should all aim to become spookimmune, and break the skeletons hold over us.

That makes a weird kind of sense. It was moreso the sixteen minutes that threw me, all I could picture was two of them having a staring contest for 16 minutes and then suddenly sperm and eggs everywhere.