My tinfoil hat theory that is all in jest is that Mars was “First Earth” and it got real fucked up and anything that was there got wiped out and what we see now is all that’s left of it.
My tinfoil hat theory that is all in jest is that Mars was “First Earth” and it got real fucked up and anything that was there got wiped out and what we see now is all that’s left of it.
We had an optional secret santa in 5th grade, meaning no kid was forced to participate if they didn’t want to. It ran the month of December, you were supposed to give 1 gift a week. The first week I got nothing. The second week I got a single marble. The 3rd week I got a single pencil. The 4th and final week I got a tin of Royal Dansk Danish butter cookies. As a 5th grader, it was the biggest fucking letdown, especially when all the other kids were getting candy, toys, etc, every week.
For real. Or they remove the weapons and sell them separately, or the figurines from Lego sets. Special place in Hell for those people.
Some asshole Transformers action figure sellers on eBay who DISASSEMBLE THE FIGURES AND THEN SELL EACH PIECE SEPARATELY. Fuck those people, seriously.
I don’t , it’ll just make me cry harder and longer and that’s exhausting
I have some spices that are probably pushing 10+ years old that are fine tossed, they’re probably just less flavorful than fresh ones.
Remember in like 2009 or something when the got rid of the wild fries and started only selling “fresh cut fries” that tasted fucking horrific? I boycotted that place and then wrote multiple complaints to the company. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one, they brought wild fries back eventually.
I used to live in Colorado but not anymore and Goddamn do I miss Good Times. The wild fries and that SAUCE, man. It’s amazing.
One or two pieces, sure. A whole fucking cabinet? No thanks.
Wuss-Tuh-Sher
Nope, never. My retirement plan is a ditch with a nice view of the Rockies in Colorado and a bottle of gin on a cold winter night. Everything I’ve saved into (SS, TSP, retirement accounts) will inevitably disappear before I can access them/hit the age requirements. I don’t trust the system at all (I didn’t trust it before the election outcome either). I’m fucked. We’re all fucked. Might as well live it up now while I still can.
My grandma had these at her house and they were used so often they eventually fell apart. Years later I found a set of 6 at a thrift store and bought them for nostalgia’s sake and now I have all my snacks in them.
CunninLynguists - Will Rap for Food
Nappy Roots - Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz
Deltron Zero - Deltron 3030
Jurassic 5 - self titled album
Lupe Fiasco Food & Liquor
Everyone else in your life that isn’t immoral (if you’re the only one who is) dies eventually, so every time you make a friend or start a family, you do so knowing that you will have to watch them all die someday.
Yup, exactly. It just seems like there’s no time to relax when you have kids, you always have to be “on”.
I used to take a bus home from work, and a woman that lived in my apartment took the same bus, so we always ended up walking into the building together. I’ll never forget that EVERY time when she opened her apartment door, you could hear two little kids yell “MOMMY!” the second that door was opened. Maybe some people love that, but to me it always filled me with a sense of dread and exhaustion. Here was this woman who just spent a full day at work and now she has to come home and essentially start her second job of being with her kids, who of course want all her attention. I felt horrible for her, and it wasn’t like she was skipping home all happy to see them, either.
It’s awesome. Sure, I have moments in life that suck regardless, but in those moments I always think to myself “Wow, this would be even worse if I had kids.”
My partner was on it for like a minute but I don’t think they use it anymore. Certainly not as much as I do.