That’s the iFruity!
I recognize a disguised landshark when i see one
Yay, does it come with
I know a lot of people hated it, but I always got on with mine, especially for tricky vector work.
Not a fan of it, but i think i would prefer it over the apple magic mouse
Not sure where the best place is to post this one. But these deputies were apparently so certain that the grenades were inert after x-raying them that they decided to cut one in half with a saw, and moreover there were three of them huddled up close together enough that one grenade killed all three of them.
Reminds me of the incompetence that led to the LAPD blowing up a neighborhood a few years ago. (Fortunately there were no fatalities that time.)
It’s the single worst mouse for me that I’ve ever used.
Eventually I had to give up mice altogether (using one caused days worth of pain) I found it difficult to hold things and couldn’t play guitar or write.
No mice at all and rubbing on cannabutter morning and night cured it over the course of a year or two.
But that monstrosity was the start of it all. Apple really leaned into terrible, terrible mice. They took pride in it for some reason.
Why would they cut a grenade in half??
cut one of the grenades in half as a training exercise in order to examine what was inside of it
…That seems like it’s missing some details before it makes any sense.
Oh! Of course. SMH
I don’t know. And I bet that just googling “cross section of grenade” is faster and more detailed
Assuming it was an M67 grenade you can easily unscrew the grenade to seperate the primer and blasting cap from the grenade body. Then a simple eyeball check would tell if it was inert.
And if it was truly inert it should have been marked as such, and drilled out to make inspection easier
Bomb technicians should have known better
There’s no chance she’ll become animate and murder you in your sleep. No, none at all.
Yeah but it will just be an AI image so people will have to resort to tactics like this to find out for themselves…
Can confirm. When I was still able to run part of my path would take me past a corn field and it felt like hitting a wall of moisture.
It has no name…and no soul, so it wants your’s!