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The real question is: Do I care? And the answer is no. No I do not.

This is my partner’s behavior, even when his kids have/had friends over. No amount of coaxing or attempting to shame altered the behavior. But to give him credit, wearing briefs (aka tightie whities in my part of the world) is 110% improvement over my stepdad’s behavior. He was a “sleep walker” who slept nude. I thank the heavens and David Bowie for this, but I only ever saw him nude once, it was from behind, and in near complete darkness.

Wish I could but I’ve avoided these despicable “businesses” like the plague for decades by virtue of being too poor to afford them so I have no idea because I literally don’t recall the breadsticks from decades ago when a date took me there trying to impress me.

Roommates is how we describe ourselves to the nosey Trumpian electrician. It’s not a lie. We do share a room. And a bed. Amongst other things.

Lovely whiskers did she get them from you

For me, Hollow Knight started out a bit rough, got fun and interesting, but ultimately, I lost interest in trying to finish. There were parts which were a lot of fun, but eventually it became nothing more than a chore. And I’ve got too many other REAL chores to let a game like this stress me out. So I set it aside without finishing it.

Despite that, I’m looking forward to this sequel. I likely won’t be a day one buyer (but who knows???), but I’m still pretty sure I will eventually play it. I’m hoping there are some nice game play and story improvements, but even more of the same could be nice.

Where do you find vaginas large enough for motorcycles or motorcycles small enough for the vagina? Asking for a friend.

We go, Vey.

Let’s roll motherfuckers.

There’s not just one single answer to this, each type of plant that “can’t live in rich soil” has its own story so to speak.

One common theme is that these plants tend to be more efficient at collecting specific, necessary nutrients that are otherwise limited/lacking in their environment, and because they’d never naturally be exposed to large amounts of those nutrients, they’ve lost some or all of their ability to regulate uptake and/or to expel excesses from their tissues in comparison to other types of plants not adapted to those specific conditions.

So, when introduced to artificially high levels of these nutrients, they basically absorb the nutrient(s) until it reaches toxic/deadly levels, and then the plants lack the ability to get rid of the excess since there was never a need for such a mechanism when they evolved in their nutrient poor niche. It can lead to issues where the plants can’t maintain osmotic balance or nutrient / mineral antagonism leads to the plant being unable to absorb or make use of other vital nutrients because one of them is so out of balance.

Back in late 2023 or early 2024, I was doing chat support with one of the major US e-retailers due to a return & refund situation that I was honestly expecting to be a problem because that type of thing pretty much always is for some reason.

I ended up getting escalated to a higher tier tech named Muhammad who was miraculously able to quickly address the problem that his peers seemingly could not. At the end of our interaction, Muhammad thanked me for my patience and kindness, and replied something along the lines of “see you on the other side.”

For some reason that random and otherwise meaningless expression has stuck with me ever since. Hardly a week goes by without me thinking about it at least once.

It was a reminder that our time here is limited. And while I’m not a big believer that there is another “side” like I assume someone named Muhammad believes, it was still somehow comforting and an important reminder of perspective.

I once saw a stomp of bigfeet grazing next to a glacial lake out on my grandparent’s property. Looked like a mommy bigfoot, a daddy bigfoot, and two little baby bigfeet. Named the littlest one Pinky like a pinky toe cause it was little and that’s what it reminded me of. The other baby had obvious signs of being mauled by a large carnivore so we named it Timothy after that man who got ate up by bears in Alaska that one time. Sometimes the mommy bigfoot would remind me of a Sheila but sometimes she would be just like a Jessica, so I never could decide on what exactly to name her. The daddy was named Big Balls for obvious reasons.

If it’s got platformer elements, then it’s a platformer, right? Yes? Then Castlevania: Symphony of the Night is it for me.

I won’t say it’s my favorite, but I didn’t see it mentioned, yet, and it definitely deserves at least one mention: Earthworm Jim

Thanks, Obama.

I love cheese. From my head down to my knees.

A number of years ago, I was walking past a cow pasture when I heard a ruckus. The cows were mooing up a storm and there was a flock of geese in the pasture honking back in agitation. By the time I got to the top of the hill and could clearly see what was going on, I witnessed a good ole fashioned standoff.

Perhaps triggered by my sudden appearance in the distance, the geese spooked first. The honking intensified and they started retreating in a hurry as they prepared to take flight, cows charging towards them at full bovine speed.

As the last goose just lifted off the ground, one of the cows managed to catch up and stomp it out of the air mid-flight. Poor bird came crashing down underneath a barrage of hooves flailing on top of it. It tried to lift its head off the ground a time or two, but within moments of its body being crumpled, it was dead.

Everybody acts like Canada geese are bad-asses, not to be trifled with. A goose will leave you broken, but alive. Cows, on the other hand, are blood-thirsty, cold-blooded killers. Watch your back.

I kissed a sphere and I liked it.

A little too ironic.

I’m with you, hon. I totally get the cliche of womens’ fashion and the lack of adequate pockets. I just don’t get how these photos are at all related. At best, these vultures look more like stereotypical flashers in a trench coat exposing themselves to strangers than anything.