Free: gently used jerk-off-chair. Never bare-assed it, but spritzed with fabreez anyway. Sticky texture is from woodfinish/varnish. Should hold most earthly humans, but if you're worried about it holding your weight, you can come try it out. Pick-up only.

"I'm alive" is an appropriately ambiguous answer, imo.

I think the y-axis shows number of kids.

I agree with what you're saying though—3 points does not make a compelling statement. I also agree that a better metric probably exists than what was posted. I'd add on and would like to know what the error bands represent—standard error, confidence intervals, or something else?

You forgot to list other Trump records:

Most felonies for a candidate of a major party. Most impeached candidate Only candidate to have advised the public to inject or drink bleach

I'm sure I'm forgetting some others.

I definitely recommend going to the Butter Museum in Cork which is essentially a Kerrygold museum.

my favorite feature is that it's a smart device—you connect it with your phone via proprietary app and it tells you the temperature of your counter top. Also for a low monthly subscription fee it will also recite the screen play of a random episode of friends in 4 languages simultaneously, none of which are English, Spanish, Arabic, or Mandarin.

When you carry it around, do you carry it fold up or fold down? Or carry it flat? If so, West Coast up or east coast up?

A miasma of post-Doritos farts, ass sweat, and uncleaned litter box.

The feeling of the spray hitting your skin will be akin to feeling piss aerosols/drops hit your leg when wearing shorts and using one of those urinals that extend to the floor.

I'll just book AAF for 10 consecutive shows where they're only allowed to play the smooth criminal cover.

If the sellers were truly serious about marketing these, they would've stuck a single hotdog in the package peaking out of the top of the pants.

One problem I used to have was using the wrong email address to send work-related stuff. Now, work stuff lives in outlook and my personal stuff lives in whatever non-outlook email client doesn't suck.

This is not to say outlook is great—i fucking hate it.

Related to suicide ride, but I'm a millennial: I had a childhood friend who rode down a hill on the pegs once. He thought the best solution for slowing down mid-hill was to jump off.