I’ll never get the vague vinegar stains out of my hand
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
I’ll never get the vague vinegar stains out of my hand
Relevant across the spectra from what I’ve heard, but I don’t doubt the anxiety and emotional investment is more fierce in our cases.
I know a lot of people, I’m inclined to believe the “1 in 15” thing is flagrantly untrue or working off of leveraged assets.
Samesies. Here for the support and the dank memes. Not offended to get labeled. I’m also questioning if most cisgender people take offense to the label. I feel like most wouldn’t. Maybe we’re talking about the minority that gets triggered by words that they don’t understand. I hope y’all don’t rope the whole cis culture in with the haters, because you don’t have to be queer to understand the plight of non-binary peoples. Just sayin’.
Someone knows the Master’s thesis trick.
I feel like if I could remove my connotations from the word, Cicada itself would be an awesome name.
Okay, but like… can I see it?
Yeah, I can see a place smelling like a public swimming pool being off-putting. 10% bleach is really common across the food industry, though. Making bread, jerky, kombucha, and various grains, each facility had the same bleach concentration for cleaning (among other cleaning and sanitizing solutions).
I think it should’ve been called CORVID in the first place. It just sounds cooler and it still fits the naming convention.
Legend right here.
Corporations are eating the extra pizza tho. I told mom but she says she can’t do anything about it.
Give me $5K and a case of beer and I’ll make you a dog suit that breathes fire.
You always get a better bang for your buck investing in furries.
$7.5K if you want safety standards, though.
I don’t… need to see that again. It doesn’t matter how good you were. When restructuring happens you lose regardless.
Tholeiites or Alkali?
I agree, though. Basalt takes a red regardless.
Oh, you WOULD have the stones to say that.
I’ve got a bag of it to share, homie, but I’m going to re-inflate it and use it as my camping pillow tonight.
Frankly, I think the diacetyl from an aged chardonnay would give it good company if time isn’t an issue.
I’d be more suspicious of them telling me life exists on Venus, specifically. Last I heard it was a hot-ass gaseous atmosphere made of acid. My money is still on Europa.
I’m pretty confident any joke I could come up with would be off color, so I’m going to make the rare choice of sitting this one out.
How else will you get that gorgeous metallic flavor that portends your teeth falling out?