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I edited for clarity to explain that I’m referring to the subgenre pop punk, which one could easily argue is not punk.
I edited for clarity to explain that I’m referring to the subgenre pop punk, which one could easily argue is not punk.
I’d disagree. Stuff like this springs out of acts of popular piety. When you teach that the relics of people in heaven can work as prayer aides, it’s a foregone conclusion that some may want to decorate (or even wallpaper, like the photos of the skulls) a prayer space with the highest class of relics.
It’s an unanticipated reaction to authority, ergo punk.
I mean the next generation of vehicles (and since I bought used, that’s also a generation ago)
I intentionally sought out a used vehicle with haptic menu controls. It pissed me off when I realized there was no point of having it, because the UI still locks me out of most of the interface when I am not completely stopped.
It seems like the next generation just entirely gave up on the concept of safety.
Was it one of the segments in Square One Television?
Also, it was grape flavour, not cherry flavour Flavor Aid.
You think the devout ones think they’re good?
Probably the opposite, dude.
The religious aren’t as obtuse as Internet randos suddenly given a voice may lead you to believe. Even those who profess reincarnation believe we only get to experience this life and serve our purpose once. May as well make the most of it.
Ditto. She always called it “poor circulation” and explained it’s genetic. Didn’t know it warranted a name.
I always blamed these particular genetics for my cold induced urticaria.
It’s the other way around in Quebec, Ontario, and Manitoba, isn’t it?
I once realized so many of my favourite businesses were cooperatives. I started thinking of what other co-ops I could start and grow. The excitement faded once I realized it would have to not be about the money.