

Because stunt people never get injured right? Is that the point your trying to make?
Because stunt people never get injured right? Is that the point your trying to make?
If we’re ranking shit by smell, then carnivores are the absolute worst, omnivores are a close second, and herbivores are a distant third. Everything excreted by a big cat (Lions, Tigers, etc.) is so so smelly, and it seeps into everything. You can smell the big cat zookeepers as soon as they walked into the room.
Omnivores excrete stuff that is almost as smelly as those cats, but at least it’s familiar. Maybe that makes it worse. Admit it, your own farts are never as offensive as someone else’s. Raccoon poop, especially the dried out and dusty kind will straight up kill you though, so watch out for that. Primate fluids can pretty risky too because of their similarity to us.
Herbivore shit is fucking perfume compared to the others. Horse shit doesn’t actually smell that bad at all unless there is something wrong. The ammonia from their piss is something fierce and awful though. Mucking horse stalls is like scooping a litter box for a cat the size of a horse, but the actual shit is the most pleasant aspect. Elephant shit is the most pleasant shit I’ve ever had the pleasure of shoveling. It’s like wet dead grass with a hint of musk.
With no more due process, an ID and proof of citizenship do not matter at all. They’re not checking ID’s before hauling people away. And given ICE is going around masked and without uniforms there is no way to verify their authority either. I absolutely loath violence to a point, and that tipping point is the safety of the people in my family and community, regardless of their citizenship. If a group of unidentified masked gunman are attempting to kidnap someone, the only truly patriotic American response is to defend their liberty with all necessary force. Given the murder happy training of our law enforcement, that will obviously result in tragic deaths. But that, protecting the people (all the people, not just citizens) from a corrupt government, is the fundamental justification for the 2nd amendment, always has been.
I just assumed that this was near where they joined a photo from the top of a set of stairs with a photo from the bottom of a set of stairs.
Yes. Mayo is a key ingredient in so many picnic dishes. Dishes that people regularly prep for BIG family gatherings where everyone brings home leftovers. Potato salad, coleslaw, and pasta salads made by the gallon. Sure, some people eat way too much, but sharing and sharing big is kind of the whole point. If someone shared food with you in a park, you’re family now and will be expected to bring your weight in your other family’s traditional recipe of something next time.
It’s not terribly expensive. It costs like 2 tanks of gas a year. And you can usually sign up for AAA over the phone after you’ve already broken down on the side of the road. If you’re still financing your car, you probably already have roadside assistance. Expecting car owners/drivers to be financially prepared for a breakdown isn’t car-brained it’s just part of the social contract.
Have you checked your blood pressure lately? Salt intake? Hydrating okay? Hormones? Allergies?
Could be an early warning sign of something more serious.
A little swelling and water retention especially on hot days is normal. But, if your shoes stop fitting due to a little water retention, they probably didn’t fit very well to begin with. It’s easier than you’d think to get used to shoes that are too small. Your feet adapt, but suffer.
Value was making value as you put it, long before rapid trading. Speculation and arbitrage are like the first two things that develop in any economy. Any entrepreneurial grade school child trading candy, baseball cards, pogs, hotwheels, or whatever the hot new thing is has probably seen both first hand.
Tell us you don’t have a clue how the electoral college works without telling us.
Oh no, I don’t doubt it. Just thought it was an ironic coincidence.
“The ticks are turning people vegan” does sound remarkably similar to “the frogs are turning people gay”.
I’ve felt that. In my story, I’m an adult out on a date. I order a molcajete dish from the local Mexican restaurant. I’ve had this dish before at a few places. I know it’s usually spicy. I want this. I have a vague memory of the waitress confirming I was okay with a spicy dish. I enthusiastically confirm.
I had never encountered this level of spicy before. Those other molcajete dishes I’d had were milquetoast. This was flavortown gone nuclear. My entire head turned red apparently. The sweat started on my forehead, then my neck, and eventually my entire head was running like a sock over a faucet. I hadn’t encountered real heat like this before. I was in experienced, so I didn’t know that drinking my beer between bites was only making the heat worse. The waitress kept bringing them though. At one point I could hear people laughing together in the kitchen. It was a quiet restaurant, we may have been the only ones there at this point.
I was not bowed or broken. I ate the whole damn thing. It was otherwise also a delicious dish and now that I had broken through into the fire dimension I was tasting flavors I didn’t even have words for. These flavors were here the whole time but I couldn’t experience them until I had set my mouth on fire. I eventually won the day, or so I thought until the next day when dinner had it’s revenge on the way out.
Jalapenos don’t get the respect they deserve. Sure they don’t have the face melting power of some other peppers. But they taste fucking great in ways the other peppers can’t match. They are also sneaky. I’ve had jalapeno with little to no heat, almost like a better tasting green bell pepper. And I’ve had jalapeno that were face melty sweet awesomeness. The secret I eventually learned was to seek the peppers with those little brown stretch marks. More stretch marks mean more fire.
Somehow I think the national lab test company’s lawyers have got them covered. This wasn’t exactly a fly by night, no name company. Having in known third party send you a medical bill months later is pretty fucking common place. This was just one anecdote of many, not an isolated incident.
The best part is the random bill.
The system is broken. If any other company subcontracted a part of their work to a third party, you as the client would reasonably expect that work to be paid through the original contract, not get a bill directly from the subcontractor. I didn’t hire them, the doctor hired them. As far as I’m concerned, that’s the doctor’s subcontractor and their debt, not mine. I paid the doctor already.
Or another variant.
The system is not just broken. It is designed to fleece us and train us to always accept whatever debt the institutions decide to levy on us without question.
A chain is 66 feet long.
Songs are cheap. Ever heard of buying something for a song?
It’s because that recording industry, the RIAA vs. the MPAA, has had a stranglehold on the industry and artists for much longer. They are much better at exploiting artists while paying them next to nothing.
Mpd + a frontend of your choosing, I prefer ncmpcpp, will run on just about anything and is remotely controlled through apps or ssh. Mpd is great when the server is physically connected to the audio output device. I use it to remotely control a speaker connected server that can also run Plex (because I prefer plexamp for streaming and syncing to my phone, other android devices, and smart speakers). They both look at the same directory of a collection near 30 years in the making with hundreds of thousands of files and a wide array of formats.
If I’m going to skin or peel the vegetable, I go with the cheap stuff. If I’m eating the skin then I go organic. I never buy the prewashed lettuce and salads when they are on sale because those have already started to go bad usually. And when it comes to things like berries, strawberries, tomatoes, and peppers I go with whatever looks like it will taste the best. Cheap blueberries for instance, absolutely do not hold up against the good stuff; life is too short for tart blueberries.
Spoken like someone that also didn’t pay attention in class.
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