Well?? Did it help??
Chrisosaur
joined 2 years ago
I also enjoy the follow-up, “but the day is not yet over.” (This is a Star Trek reference, but “today is a good day to die” was written into Klingon culture by one of the writers who was a student of Native American history.)
Bidet attachments are like $50–100 on amazon, installable with very little know-how, and your family is under no obligation to use it.
If it’s straight nights it might not be too bad. I worked 2 days/2 nights/4 off for about 13 years and I would not go back now that I’m in a 9-5.
Unless you’re getting decent compensation for it, I would try and find something else. Humans just aren’t nocturnal.
Sorry you live somewhere with (even more) regressive drug laws (than my country). Signed, a Canadian.
I don’t think our points are mutually exclusive. Small sites can be shitty while the trend remains that sites get shittier as they get bigger.
Having very strange dreams. I fell asleep with the tv on the night before. Never really did that before or since. Woke up between the two impacts.
Go buy a vowel ya fuckin prick.
Fuck you. Imma tear down your fucking walls, Gorbachof.
People breed toxicity, especially if you disagree with them. The more people a site has, the shittier it is. People suck.
I’m getting ready to umpire a ballgame when I’m like 20. Come out of the room five minutes before game time, and both teams have gone sprinting to the dugouts because this massive swarm of wasps (bees? Maybe bees… it was over 20 years ago) came buzzing right over the field the game was supposed to be on. Heading southeast. Partner and I nope back into the room for a while.
Anyways. The insects continue on doing whatever wasp- (or bee-) like activities they were doing and we play the game.
Game goes well. I get changed and go home. Home is somewhere between 5-10 km southeast of the ballpark.
As I park and get out I notice that the family is freaking out. Swarm of wasps (or bees) had just buzzed their way over from the northwest and taken up residence in one of the walls of our carport.