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.

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?

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…”

You could put some sort of tall flowering thing under it, like irises, daisies, daffodils, etc. that come back every year from a bulb. Seed shells don’t matter if you can’t see them, they just break down into fertile soil for the flowers :)

No, not for many years now. This all happened 2008-10. I threatened a restraining order, and claimed I was sending everything to my attorney, including over a year worth of unanswered monthly “still made at me?” type of messages, and never heard from them again.

Several years later I learned they became a felon for sexual assault of another person (idk the person, but it does make keeping tabs on the stalker very easy as they are on the offender registry).

Soon I’ll be moving away from the area entirely and I’ll feel a lot better.

I feel like maybe the chicken should be stuffed with spicy peppers, and the aspic as well, because when it comes out of the pit roast and gets cut into, it’s going to be really small and can just sort of ooze into everything else, or make a sauce for everything else, like whoever finds the watermelon sauce bowl wins the banquet because everyone’s looking forward to the sauce and that gets the meat cut nicely into and nobody quite knows where to find the melon you see. Bc they don’t know how it went together.

Epic.

I think an ostrich probably has a large enough internal cavity to put a watermelon into. And then you can put that into a llama, and put that into a bison, and make the worlds most epic gamey pit roast.

That makes me want to try watermelon fried in butter…

I have watermelon in the fridge… hmm…

I wouldn’t call it clingy so much as my ex was a stalker who followed me 1300 miles…

Does baby oil not take everything off anymore?

This is a legit question; I have not worn makeup since 2000 or so so I’m outdated on makeup tech, but baby oil was good enough to remove everything without being painful, I assume it’s bad for your eyes in some way, or something like that…

It depends how I shove the tray back in. I add eggs to them more often than I take them out.

Currently I’m sorting my quail eggs between small and large because I’m going to use the small ones for chive blossom pickled eggs, and the large for a big batch of cookies, but usually they just end up wherever they fit, one tray at a time.

My chickens are going to be another month or two before they start laying.

Ok but fr fr I have a chair thing like that (no tube ofc) and it’s the most ridiculously comfortable thing you could ever want to sit and be lazy on because if you fall asleep it’s still comfortable af. (It’s not a beanbag, it’s full of polyfill and foam block)

Add alcohol to it and you’ll never get up, even if you don’t like wine.

Yeah, but that’s not one of the “options” in the list. If you misunderstood what was going on, the closest option is 29 increments, because 0-1 is the first and 29-30 is the last.

It makes sense in a misunderstanding and making a logical guess sort of way. That’s how I took tests, too, and it works way more often than it doesn’t.

Yes!

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I can hear this picture.

I spent longer than I care to admit trying to figure this out… and I’m still not confident I got it right.

Are they saying they don’t date so they can work more (bread), the same way they get bread instead of coleslaw (arguably worth a lot more)?

If it makes you feel any better, my STEM degree hasn’t done me a lick of good, either.

Turns out, specializing in the thing academics do after they burn out of, or can’t properly get into, the academic system… not a great path to go down, yeah.

It was a passion degree as well.