So there’s a lot of ways you can go with this. You can definitely find instrumentals of death metal bands, but you can also try something new.

Haggard is one of the best in symphonic metal, and while there’s still a stitch singer, imo they’re MUCH easier to understand.

Native Howl has slayer played by some country boys on banjo and guitar. They also do a bunch of their own stuff that sounds pretty wild. “Thrash grass” is one of their better albums and pretty accurately describes their flavor of fusion (thrash metal played in the style of bluegrass)

Older Arch Emeny stuff is also quite good, and having a pretty lady growling at me is a novel experience. Angela gossow also shows up in metalocalypse so that’s instant bonus points

Dethklok does pretty well at straddling the line between melodic/symphonic/death metal, and if you like the metal without Nathan explosion you can check out Brandon Small’s other stuff where he isn’t growling like a cartoon character.

Last but certainly not least is The Lord Weird Slough Feg. Exquisite technical metal wrapped up in an 80s/90s power metal package. I simp for Slough Feg wherever I can because it’s EXCELLENT metal that doesn’t get nearly enough recognition

Just like the “nice” Germans right around 1935 and 1940

This smells like bullshit. Investigations are not tied to the employment of the investigator. Plenty, and I mean PLENTY of investigations are completed and used to try innocent schmucks all the time after the cops or detective has been shitcanned for one misconduct or another.

Making them fire him would open up the administration to yet more misconduct to investigate. Quitting let’s them have what they want with no risk whatsoever and no challenge to their shakey authority in the matter.

It’s a limp waisted conclusion to this limp wristed farce of trying to use the justice system as intended against someone the justice system has been carefully sculpted and tended to protect.

The UK spent hundreds of years searching for and taking home all the culture they could due to specifically not having any culture whatsoever back home. They also used that culture like they used their spices, which is not at all. The English are a terrible example of humanity and should not be recognized as anything other than the barbarians they are.

Does establishing some kind of ancestry actually do anything? I did a whole report on my great great grandfather on my mother’s side and learned about the name and the clan. Still remember the motto and official plaid and all that jazz. Never once considered it’d ever be relevant to anything.

It is fun seeing “nec sorte, nec fato” pop up ocassionally tho.

Homie seems like a coward from where I’m sitting.

You worked your entire career to get to this peak and you’re going to quit before they fire you?

No dedication. No spine. Mf should be waiting in his office with a loaded handgun for the clown squad to come get him.

I went through this with my cat a couple months ago. Had him for 15 and a half beautiful, fuzzy years. I’m just glad that everything hit him all at once in the last couple weeks of his life so it was really obvious his time had come. I held him sleeping on my chest for the last 5 or 6 hours before it was time. Now I’m all gucked up thinking about it.

Fuck cancer.

Skyrim did it first with dragons. Honestly I bought palworld specifically to spite shitendo and ended up pleasantly surprised by a very playable game. Shitendo is just mad that someone else did it better on a shoestring budget

She objectively did not.

66 mil votes < 81 mil votes.

Fuck me how did I never even consider the guy who fucks couches might be a tape worm driving a people suit. Did RFK Jr know too much? Did the worms really eat his brain??

Nahhhhh I’m way too spiteful. I keep my book of grudges very close. It keeps me warm at night in spite of my cold assburgers I can’t stop dragging around. And I’d HATE to drive with me in traffic. Thanks though.

Nah. I never cared much for my dad. He was always someone for me to look at and think “this is what I don’t want to be” growing up. We were almost carbon copies, except I understood what ADHD meant. Impulse control wasn’t a concept my dad ever embraced.

Imagine the worst behaviors of a hyperactive socially awkward teen and scale them up to a 45 year old man with disposable income. I saw him drop $1500 on a Damascus folding knife only to figure out minutes later that now his wife’s car payment would bounce, all while loudly complaining about how expensive it is to come out to CA even though he did every other year anyways. Not to see me, his only biological child, but to go camping at a specific campground he almost died at as a teen being stupid on a motorcycle.

The best one was he won box seats to the last 49er game at candlestick park through some radio contest. Whole big thing all expenses paid for 3 people. Did he bring his wife? Did he bring his kids, adopted or biological? No. He brought his mother, who hated his kids, and his stepfather, who hated him. Lmfao

Sorry bastard ended up shooting himself. Cold as it is, best thing I ever got from the man was an excuse not to work one day of the year. I always take the day to do something for me and something for a random stranger. He’d hate that shit.

As a guy who was the kid in a scenario like this, I can think of plenty of reasons to escalate this. Accusations of academic dishonesty are BIG fuckin deals. In a state school system, sometimes they have required reporting that doesn’t even need to be verified in the future. The accusation (if recorded) is enough to disqualify your daughter from a massive number of scholarships and grants.

Had a somewhat similar experience back in my high-school days some 15 years ago.

I went to a specialized school for kids with learning disabilities (ADHD, dyslexia, dysgraphia, visual and auditory processing disorders, etc). I was an exceptionally smart kid doing college level work across the board, but i never did homework. Why bother? I struggled with organization, but i took every test they put in front of me and blew it out of the water, so I clearly understood the material.

With this understood, I was still not allowed to walk graduation with my classmates due to a “failure” to turn in an English research paper that was mandatory for graduation. My family had come out to watch me graduate from hundreds of miles away. I was mortified, especially because I was DAMN sure I turned that paper in multiple times (you were required to show drafts, I had done a first draft, a revision, and a polish). SOMEHOW, those papers never made it to the English teacher according to the school. But don’t worry! I could take a $3500 summer class to finish the credit and still get a GED!

Well my dad, who drove out to CA from Texas, could smell the fish once he saw the net. He knew i almost never turned in homework, but I’d never fully blown off an entire assignment before. So he arranged a visit to see the school before he agreed to the summer courses. While he was there (the first Monday after the graduation ceremony none of us got to attend) he physically broke into the English Teachers desk and went through the papers. Tiny school, so there were only 20 students in my graduating class. Not exactly a gigantic number of students to sift through.

Long story short, while the school was freaking out about the 6 foot 5 troll rummaging through school property, he managed to find my paper. All three drafts of my paper, in fact. Before the school could get around to figuring out they should call the cops, my dad took my paper to the Dean and the school director and asked extremely pointed questions about exactly why we were being recommended a summer course to finish up my credits.

We were treated to a plethora of excuses and apologies, from the English teacher misplacing them to how their first graduating class had been “so hectic” that I just fell through the cracks. Again, 20 students in that graduating class. Between grades 9-12 and staff the entire program was less than 100 people. Really, what’s losing track of one person out of 100?

My dad graciously agreed not to hunt down and eat anyone from the school in exchange for a full diploma. We reported them to the state, but as a charter school, it was basically a “private” institution and they could do whatever they wanted as long as they met the accreditation requirements.

We ended up just spreading what happened through word of mouth in the parent network. The Dean quickly found new work at a different charter program and the administration board was voted/bought out by the parents of a girl in the grade behind mine. Heard some years later that her dad ran the entire charter into the ground in 3 or 4 years and the charter ended up closing down and reopening in a new city. Also found out our history professor ended up spending some 8 years in a Thai prison for the kinda shit that gets you on government watch lists even when you come back to the US. Bunch of us former students got some very curious calls about him from some very serious federal people about 10 years after graduating.

All in all, I’d still spit blood on most of the staff involved some 15 years later. That kinda hurt never really goes away as a kid. If I were you, I’d push the teacher for a hand written apology or a zoom call face to face thing. Accusing a kid of not doing something in a serious situation isn’t a whoopsie that just gets shrugged off. That’s shit they carry with them for a long, long time.

You gotta fight the dick stuff with dick stuff. At least I know where my dick stuff has been

Sounds like a Set thing to do. Real prideful and blows up in his face.

My favorite is always the Egyptian god deciding to save the equivalent of $10,000 usd every day and never spend a single penny of it back in 10,000 BC and they still don’t have as much money as Jeff Bozos.

Anyone with over 10 million dollars in wealth should be legally classified as a dragon and anyone stealing from their hoard shall not be punishable under the law.

Your math ain’t mathing.

The stereotypical “9 to 5” is an 8 hour shift with a paid hour “lunch break”. This includes two 10-15 minute breaks, which are also paid. You come to work at 9, do work, take breaks, take lunch, and then leave at 5. That’s 8 hours.

My job is 8 to 430. I come in at 8, work till 12, then I have a half hour unpaid lunch. The unpaid lunch means I cannot be required to stay on site, which can happen with a paid lunch. Then from 1230 to 430 I work until I go home. There are two 10 minute paid breaks in there. I work 8 hours total in an 8.5 hour work day.

This one right here, commissar.