Fluffy pants are beautiful thank you.
Fluffy pants are beautiful thank you.
The floor definitely gives you a new perspective.
To be clear, those are usually for any handicap, as they are outfitted with wheelchair access and usually have extra adults riding along to help.
They are (or at least were in my area at that time) much more comfortable, similar to public transit busses. I got to ride along with a friend with a muscular problem on one a few times in the late 90s early noughties and it was lux.
If they were all the same size, perhaps amputee?
Or maybe a really specific fetish.
Maybe both.
Quite possibly a question best left unanswered, at least until you no longer live there
Oh fuck that would suck -hard-.
Brown is how you get red leaf plants. Brown is just red and green mixed after all, so you take out the green for other stuff the plant needs and are left with red.
It’s all totally on the up and up.
Thank you, genuinely, for that resource. I love you passionately for it.
Thanks!
Despite being just south of Canada, I’ve never seen that stuff afaik. Then again it says dry areas and I’m in the wettest; Great Lakes region.
Bullshit.
Bezos can’t cut his own hair. He can’t see that far up his own ass even with all the mirrors in the world.
He probably spends more to be bald than it would cost to get all new hair.
What’s the red stuff? It doesn’t really look like wild sumac, and I feel it’s a bit early for that anyway but I might be wrong.:
There’s a place near me that I don’t go to very often, and almost never if I’m alone. They have great food and it’s pretty cheap, but they don’t have WiFi.
That normally wouldn’t be a problem, because I rarely use any of my cell data, but it’s a super old building full of interference and I can only get cell signal if I happen to get one of the 3 seats within 10 foot of the front windows.
If I do go by myself, I get weird looks for bringing comic books or video games and just existing by myself, but there’s nothing else to do while waiting for food so…
So you are telling me I should have stayed up until 6:05AM, rather than going to bed when I physically couldn’t handle doomscrolling anymore at 6:04?
Why wasn’t there anything good in the prior 12-24 hrs? What kind of casino is this, to not give me even a teeny tiny dopamine hit to keep me coming back?
This is the second reference to elbows I’ve seen related to this topic, and I really don’t understand. Would you mind providing context?
Guess I’ll have to give that a rewatch, thanks!
What is this from?
We’ll smuggle you out.
I feel like any major restructure like that would require some sort of open border policy, even if temporary, simply because people have never had any reason to not move…? And if we Balkanize with closed borders from go, well that’s for sure going to cause conflict.
Axe the lotl of them.
How else do you get good bbq but with fire?
I use “my mother” for the same effect, but she died when I was in my early 20s.
I sometimes wonder if we could have made things work, or if I could have figured out stuff for both of us (we know I had adhd from my dad, but I’m pretty sure the autism came from her, and that was a post-death discovery)
But then I remember how hard she was to live with and that I probably wouldn’t have grown the way I did… so maybe I wouldn’t even know I’m autistic at ~40…? Idk, I wouldn’t be who I am today if she was still around though, that’s a certainty.
She never wanted kids. When I was 16 she told me all about how my sister was the product of marital rape and I was the planned companion for the rape baby she didn’t want… cool… my life in context.
Well my sister fucking hates me and always has (because she was the golden child, first born to a woman in her 30s, hallelujah!), so that worked super well. We haven’t spoken in almost 20 years now, my sister and I. Born 11 months apart. Wish she’d just had an only child, tbh.
I got one good thing from her though: perspective. She clearly didn’t want kids and I know how that turned out when she had them, and I also don’t want kids, so whenever anyone pushed back on my choice to get my tubes tied in my mid 20s, I was like nope. “What if I regret not having them? Fine I regret lots of things I’ve chosen to do or not do, but what if I’m like my mom and regret having them? There’s no solution to that… And I know how it turns out…”
I was honestly ready to whine about the timing and this not making sense… but no, turns out my timeline, despite being based on books that were supposed to be well-researched, was way off. And indeed the first chatter about mobile phones was around 1908. Til.
Have some Wikipedia https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_mobile_phones