They stink like over-ripe mushrooms in my experience. They also easily break and you have to reinforce them with plastic packing tape. It’s a nice idea, but a regular paper box is the better option.

I wish I had this much room to practice the blade.

Right? What is their workflow even like?

I’m just thankful for any physical contact at this point.

They can go right to hell! /S

My mom was barely there on medication and my father just wasn’t. It was cool to be able to do whatever I wanted, but I had to make sure Mom fell asleep on her side.

It’s what gets the clicks. A good portion of the population probably have headmistress fantasies and, while tutting this vile behavior, are like ‘Damn, where was she when I was 15?’

I think that part of this narrative gets fucked because there is a fairly large segment of reporters that fantasized about getting with their cute youngish teacher back when they were in school.

This is not to say that this is ok. It isn’t. This is SA, CSA, really. And even if the teacher were teaching/seducing 18 year olds on a college campus it would still be a gross misuse of power.

See, this is why I regret dropping out of high school.

Bateman, on the other hand…

I read somewhere that a dog’s basic genome was much more plastic than a cats: that’s why we have tiny annoying dogs but also large annoying dogs.

With cats you can mostly just have mediumish annoying cats.

My adopted little girl is still listed as Popoki in her adoption paperwork. I think that is close to Cat in Hawaiian.

We are firmly landlocked in the Midwest.

My mother has been searching for one of those since her first run in with one the 70s.

We are not the same, I usually choose to watch people with an excess amount of bottom.

I think scaring them over Cliff sides came into okay as well, though you aren’t wrong.

Depends on the animal, I suppose. A lion or a wolf would be too edgy and have rapey vibes, but a house cat or derpy good boy would be funny to me.

An octopus with Apex Predator under it while it is unscrewing a jar would own.

My favorite is to shout out, ‘What are you running from!’ when people jog by.

We would have 12 potential surfaces for condiments. So much more can be done with this construction.

My mom’s Nissan Juke just started screaming, ‘Oh laaadyyy!’ whenever she starts it.

Any idea what’s going on? It’s a '16, only about 40k miles.

Yeah, burial is mostly just to make sure critters don’t drag your rotting bits out into the open and your putrid parts don’t contaminate the water supply.