Give me liberty or give me deathAziz and Sudarto made their money touring rich foreigners. They weren't rich in any sense of the word, but they had a week's worth of clean, collared shirts, linen pants, and selendang to hold those pants in place. Occasionally some ibu or bapak would raise an eyebrow at their unusual accessorizing, which was all the more satisfying. Those people would never get it.
A broken clock is right up your alleyHello there and welcome to Cooking With Rex. I'm your host, Tarbo, and today we'll be making a dish that master chefs challenge themselves with: the perfect egg. Sure, it's breakfast food, but you've got to be the cream of your game in order to make one people will talk about for months. Personally, I like to wow the crowd with a simple, but delicious, hard-boiled egg.
I Prefer SandalsSweet air and freedom. A cloak, literally, of darkness, the slow unbearable closing in, choking, marinating in the rancid things that hide in flesh and shadows. It will stop. It hasn't stopped. The fabric presses in. There is no air. There has never been air. It doesn't exist.
Velociraptor guiltsmolskaeAsteroid mining was the most satisfying thing a dinosaur from Earth could do. Nothing said go fuck yourself, meteor impacts, harder than hollowing out the innards and then making a shitload of money from said innards as the original crumpled into dust. Geianti Crowpus had a thriving business setting up demolition parties, which was much cheaper than hiring actual miners even if the dromeosaurs in particular had a tendency to leave vomit behind. Well, everyone had their coming of age rite, dromeosaurs just added vomit to it.