I’ve shit one singular time in a “public” toilet in the past 25 years besides workplace bathrooms, and Porta potties while camping. Workplace or Porta potties both have hand sanitizer which I take copious amounts of on my way in, drip off my hands onto the seat and wipe it down with TP. Rub the rest of the sanitizer on my hands, and eviscerate myself with the equivalent power of 10 men’s shits in 30 seconds.
I’ll counter with a picture I just took a few hours ago. Mother and son.
It took billions of years to make pacman and 14 years to make pacman 2. They should be able able to make GTA 6 in a week. GTA 7 should come out before Christmas.
A boy is throwing rocks into a lake. With each splash he worries that someone will tell him to stop. He starts with pebbles but after each toss and satisfying bloop, he feels a bit better and starts throwing larger and larger rocks.
As he picks up a large stone of 5lbs, he notices a family making their way to the beach. He drops the stone in a panic directly onto his foot and screeches in pain. The father of the family runs to the boys side. Without asking, he picks up the boy and carries him to a nearby boulder, sits him down and inspects the boys bleeding wound.
“What were you doing?” The father asked.
“I was seeing how far I could make it” replied the boy.
You’re not the evil you think you are. It’s late but I’ll get back to you in the morning. PM me in the mean time.
If you found out she has gestational diabetes from anyone else but her, and that she’s having a hard time, let it be. If she told you herself in an honest moment of comfort, tell her “I’m so sorry. That sucks.” And let her vent. The last thing she wants is for anyone to make a big deal about it, solve her problems, or choose her diet.
Bring in donuts again. Seriously. She’s an adult and can choose to eat them.
Bring in a more health conscious option. Once again, she can choose to eat it or not.
You’re trying to find an option when most likely you shouldn’t know about her personal health issues in the first place. Unless you have a very close relationship that you aren’t letting us know about, you shouldn’t be trying to figure out something to give her to make her feel better. She could very easily feel ostracized for her pregnancy in the first place. Employers arent super cool with pregnancies, let alone pregnancies that are in any magnitude more difficult.
What makes will make her feel better is a coworker that respects her space and private health matters. Don’t treat her as special. Treat her as human.
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We get it. You’ve done acid.
Media is treated more like drugs. A license to own rights, produce, distribute, and physically possess are all different licenses.
Agreed. I’ve bought various expensive pillows and was never comfy or satisfied. Memory foam hybrid cooling blah blah blah… never comfy. I bought two down feather pillows for $50. Best pillows ever for me. Only reason I had to buy more was my wife kept stealing mine.
Bumperpucker
Appropriation
Gurner
Clap
Clippy
Pickles
Masher
Guana
Iguana
Wow. My sister is Chinese and this is not ok. She eats ice cream just like everyone else that’s not handicapped by intolerance, and her bones are like steel beams. Purple? That’s crossing a line.
I mean, why do we take pictures of our offspring? They’re keepsakes to remember how they’ve grown. When I play them the montage on their death beds they can finally say, “you sure have grown into a giant asshole.”
I have experienced it, and in my experience it was in no way possible for it to be confirmation bias. My wife and I sometimes do something weird where we just talk for hours. Crazy I know, but we bounce ideas off each other to an extent that we get into conversations about stuff we have never talked about nor ever searched for. Not even anything remotely close to related to things we search for.
We used to have and use a lot of Google home minis. Within hours we would see ads for the exact thing we were talking about. We would see ads for thing related to conversations we had within hours. We started getting hyper vigilant about it. We started randomly talking clearly and loudly about nonsense subjects and products that we have no sense to talk about and waiting to see how long it would take to see a suggested ad pushed to us by Google. It usually took less than 24 hours no matter what it was. This went on for months.
It became a running joke to us and I would walk into the room and say something like “I would love to buy a farberware brand vegetable peeler. There is nothing more that I would like than to purchase farberware brand appliances and homewares”. My wife would laugh, and usually before the end of the night I would have large targeted ads on my phone for farberware appliances.
Honestly since we stopped using the Google home minis (since they barely work with anything due to googles bullshit software support) it happens far far less.
To send to my grandfathers.
But if it’s unpopular then I might get support.
But I don’t have pants on to put
I wanted to do one of those old school photo montages where I took a picture everyday. It becomes a real chore trying to find time to expose your dump truck. Call it sunken cost fallacy, but my butthole has done a lot for me over the years.
I know that it might not be popular for the sorts of people who are into this kind of thing, but murderers and rapists are not my favorite people.
Well I do have around 200 pictures of my butthole, and if I was held for ransom where those pictures were emailed to either of my grandfathers then I would pay a tidy sum to prevent it. Grandma, mom, dad, step-niece, I don’t care. But if my grandfather might see my butthole, I would happily pay $40m to keep him from seeing my bare back butthole and balls. I don’t want you all to get the wrong idea, I love Gramps, but he has seen enough of my butthole, and I want to stay in his will.
That is an outrageously long time to wait for a laptop without updates. From the prices I just looked up, it also is outrageously expensive.
I would have sought a refund before now already, but that’s just my opinion.