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I forget which one, but one of the Between the buried and me albums has an instrumental release. Honestly, all of their albums I recommend regardless because the musicianship is excellent.

Scale the summit is more along the lines of prog metal but purely instrumental (I think).

Protest the hero is prog metal that has a near minimal amount of death growl (still some).

Animals as leaders which has been mentioned by several people.

Exivious is decent, I'm like 90percent sure they're instrumental.

There's a Japanese band called té, which is way more prog rock but you might like that.

Death, despite being one of the progenitors of death metal, is less intense on the death metal growl vocals. To me, early death metal in general is a bit different sounding than modern death metal. Regardless, Death has a pure instrumental song called Voice of the soul which is part acoustic. It's probably one of the most acoustically beautiful songs written in the genre.

Worst party ever.

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By this definition, Xolo wouldn't fit because the x in Xolo is somewhere between sh- and ch-. It's a Nahuatl word and many (if not all) Xs are sh-/ch-.

Sorry for being pedantic.

Free: gently used jerk-off-chair. Never bare-assed it, but spritzed with fabreez anyway. Sticky texture is from woodfinish/varnish. Should hold most earthly humans, but if you're worried about it holding your weight, you can come try it out. Pick-up only.

"I'm alive" is an appropriately ambiguous answer, imo.

This is a valid point, and therein lies the brilliance of Trumpism—he rattles off enough inane babble, no one can remember exactly what he said at any given moment, nor can anyone be certain about what it is he meant even with on-the-record statements.

There is no object truth with convicted felon Donald J. Trump—just relative truths where the narrowest window is blown completely out of proportion and we're left with interpreting the exact size of said window.

The worst part about this is that we're left in the lurch squabbling over what is essentially word diarrhea. At this point, to most of us here, I don't think it actually matters any more what he said—he's a shit person spewing shit from his mouth and he has no business leading a country, let alone a business, and we agree on that.

But the objective truth is important, partly to hold ourselves to a higher standard than convicted felon Donald J Trump, but also to clarify misinfo as much as we can for the sake of posterity.

You forgot to list other Trump records:

Most felonies for a candidate of a major party. Most impeached candidate Only candidate to have advised the public to inject or drink bleach

I'm sure I'm forgetting some others.

I definitely recommend going to the Butter Museum in Cork which is essentially a Kerrygold museum.

my favorite feature is that it's a smart device—you connect it with your phone via proprietary app and it tells you the temperature of your counter top. Also for a low monthly subscription fee it will also recite the screen play of a random episode of friends in 4 languages simultaneously, none of which are English, Spanish, Arabic, or Mandarin.

When you carry it around, do you carry it fold up or fold down? Or carry it flat? If so, West Coast up or east coast up?

A miasma of post-Doritos farts, ass sweat, and uncleaned litter box.

The feeling of the spray hitting your skin will be akin to feeling piss aerosols/drops hit your leg when wearing shorts and using one of those urinals that extend to the floor.