Are those bacon arms?
Other villains have fortresses or lairs. Ernesto wants an office.
It’s his signature.
Thatched shoes.
Cloven hooves? Seems correct.
The 300 baud modem could still outrun my ASR33.
“Alas, the Madonna does not function”
4-0859 is what I grew up with. A party line before that.
I always described the canned stuff I grew up with as ‘pond scum in vinegar’.
There was a very odd facilities guy at my company who, when attending to the safety bulletin board in the main hallway, would surround himself with 4 or 5 large orange traffic cones.
Are those bacon arms?