I would definitely try that game.

Fascists always eat each other.

To back you up, WD40 stands for Water Displacer, 40th try.

While it does kind of lubricate, that isn’t what it’s meant for, and the leftover ingredients will not keep it lubricated long and possibly cause more damage in the long run.

WD40 to help restore motion to the joint, then clean, then oil. Or just oil if it moves easily.

Repeated concussions will do that to almost any crowd.

Well maybe don’t ignore it.

It’s a horror story to most women; maybe try engaging with it and see why it’s horrifying.

All that said I haven’t watched much of it either, so don’t think I’m preaching at you.

They might think that they’re protecting you, but you’ll need to learn for yourself who is really your friend and who isn’t.

It’s also possible they’re being mean, intentionally or not.

Me, I’m probably only a little autistic. I talk a good game, especially one on one. So when I was back in school, I managed to have one friend from just about every clique. One who took the time to talk to me and realize I was cool and had something going on.

And I treasured that. I knew I wasn’t an unlikeable person, doomed to a lonely life.

So don’t let your current friends gatekeep you from making more. But be careful and don’t let people take advantage of you either. There are mean people and then there are dangerous people.

I only say that on the off chance that your friends know what they mean when they say “You can’t be friends with them.”

I failed to parse that headline and am stuck seeing “15bln in blow.”

The paradox of tolerance.

You cannot tolerate those who will not tolerate others. Those acting in bad faith will always work to tear down.

Hour by hour, my job evolved from taking calls from clients who owed us money, to then answering questions from agents who weren’t as skilled at it as I was.

In the process of being promoted, I was asked to join a daily meeting of over 100 people talking about the issues affecting our department.

Once in a great while, something came up in that meeting that gave me the heads up to prevent chaos in our department and stress to members.

There’s a whole shitload of cogs turning in modern corporations. There’s also a huge danger of people leaving and nobody understanding why the cogs are there.

That’s one hell of a headline.

The journalist on the way back to the station had to be downright giddy.

Okay maybe my brain is stuck in the 90s, he could’ve uploaded it on the fly and then gone to the bar.

I don’t know the why but the first thing I said when I found out was “Polonium”.

First time post-legalization that I broke part of my bong. Went in the head shop, tried to explain what I needed and realized I didn’t need to speak in code any longer.

It was a nice little relief.

I mostly dab, and needed that male/male adapter from the nail to the slide.

Immortals can afford it.

It’s okay, we will give you plenty of new places to grow!

When I was in my mid 30s, a cute young 24 year old online started hitting on me.

Turned out she had three kids with three different dads and the most recent one was in jail for domestic abuse.

I still almost went for it though. Problem is my life was in the shitter and couldn’t even afford to fly down or for her up to see me.

We were ‘together’ for about six months when I wised up and broke it off.

Soup(ply) / planner / propaganda here.

Gender-affirming care - prostate exams. Start the reports!

Only affects the old male assholes!

Can you explain the refrain in the rain?

Fiscal responsibility always means “They’re not doing what I want.”