Old Man

He is, but his power level is certainly cosmic. Strange mostly hangs out on Earth as well.

Yo dawg I heard you like guns so here is a way to put guns on your guns

Kan ku ingat s'lalu sorot mata itu Dihantu cemburu, dalam tatapnya berjuta duga Teringat selalu sorot mata itu Tak pernah tahu di dalam dada hatiku terluka * Ku ingin kembali Tanpa resah hati dari semua tanya Dan tak akan kupendam lagi Cinta ini dari semua yang menyangka Dan tak berhenti Kan kucoba mengerti semua pertanyaanmu Tentang perasaanku walau semuanya biasa adanya T'lah kucoba mengerti dan jelaskan dirimu Semua perasaanku dengan dirinya, dia yang kucinta **Kuingin kembali Tanpa resah hati dari semua tanya Dan tak akan kupendam lagi Cinta ini dari semua yang menyangka Dan biarkan aku kembali Tanpa semua sangsi yang s'lalu meraja Di relung hati Lepaskan diriku dari semua duga Dan biarkan aku terbang ikuti malam dan pagi Jalan masih jauh yang harus aku tempuh Dan harus aku coba meraih asa, cita dan cinta Lepaskanku dari semua duga

Eist le mo chroi, Go bronach a choich Ta me caillte gan tu 's do bhean cheile. An gra mor i do shaoil Threorai si me. Bigi liomsa i gconai La 's oich. Ag caoineadh ar an uaigneas mor Na deora, go bronach Na gcodladh ins an uaigh ghlas chiuin Faoi shuaimhneas, go domhain Aoibhneas a bhi Ach d'imigh sin Se lean tu Do fhear cheile. An gra mor i do shaoil Threorai se me. Bigi liomsa i gconai La 's oich. Smaointe, ar an la (A) raibh sibh ar mo thaobh Ag inse sceil Ar an doigh a bhi Is cuimhin liom an la Gan gha 's gan ghruaim Bigi liomsa i gconai La 's oich'

Du Du hast Du hast mich Du Du hast Du hast mich Du Du hast Du hast mich Du Du hast Du hast mich Du Du hast Du hast mich Du hast mich Du hast mich gefragt Du hast mich gefragt Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt Willst du bis der tod euch scheidet Treu ihr sein fьare alle tagen Nein, nein

Biboca Garagem Favela Fubanga Maloca Bocada Maloca Bocada Fubanga Favela Garagem Biboca, porra! Ze do caixao Zumbi Lampiao Hello uptown Hello downtown Hello midtown Hello trenchtown Ratamahatta!

Farsighted is more appropriate to old age tbh.

Twelve of them. Speced, quoted, bought, shipped, received, configured, and tested. By New Year's.

I could swear this has been addressed elsewhere in this forum, but I can't find it for the life of me. I'm interested in coming up with a comprehensive list of character concepts that certain class-based RPGs can't effectively handle. Here are some obvious ones, but what else am I missing? - Experienced But Aged Veteran Warriors - Lightly Armored Warriors That Aren't Monks - Characters With Severe Physical or Mental Impairments - Kids - Arbitrary Races Like Anthropomorphic Animals Or Dralasites Bonus points for characters out of popular works of fiction that could never be done in class systems, e.g. Last Airbender.

Supervolcano under Naples shows signs of reawakening

If you think that tagline fits, wait'll you see this g-string.

Not sure I want to wait that long. Where else can I find cars driving fast in a straight line on a flat expanse? ...I know! The freeway!

Okay, when I made my original comment about Lynda vs. Gal, I was kind of joking. I did not intend to start some sort of body shaming flame war. If this discussion stops being civil I will start posting nudes of myself in all my wrinkly, spotted glory. You have been warned.

"Field Marshal, thousands of paratroops have landed in this area, three kilometres from here." "What? Why? There is nothing important here... me! I'm important! They must've landed here just to capture me!"

You flew the Gullfire over Leningrad, didn't you?

He sleeps under black seas waiting Lies dreaming in death He sleeps under cosmos shaking Stars granting his breath He wakes as the world dies screaming All horrors arrive He wakes giving earth its bleeding Pure madness alive And He haunts you And He blinds your soul And He loathes you And reclaims it all You turn to stone Can't look away You turn to stone Madness, they say Cthulhu awaken

Amateurs. When Americans want to predict calamity, we hold a presidential election.

For I have sown the thread, and now I will reap the whirlthread!

Alright you Primitive Screwheads, listen up! You see this? This... is my BOOMSTICK!

Okay. You people sit tight, hold the fort and keep the home fires burning. And if we're not back by dawn... call the president.

Son, your ego's writing checks your body can't cash.

And she's a better WW than Lynda Carter ever was.

Is there any other kind of duck?

Note that if we'd caught the Russians tampering with an election in Bananistan, we'd be loudly shouting about the illegitimacy of the result and demanding a new election.