Instructions not clear. All I got was goatse and a stinky after taste.
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oyfrog
joined 2 years ago
I heard when it's "that time of the month", his innerds get sensitive so he needs to rest by his heat lamp and ingest meals rectally—whole, of course.
Japanese and Mexican for the sake of the question. It's what I grew up eating, and I hate the idea of being without my familiar comfort foods.
Truthfully though, I love eating too much to limit myself regionally or to just two countries. There's so much I haven't tried.
/pol/ was/is predominantly MAGA or outright NatSoc chuds. Nearly everywhere else was/is edgelord man children whose opinions are"holier than thou" and always happy to shit on you for the lulz.
"fetid" is great descriptor. It to me feels more visceral than "rancid".
I think I disagree with "grape" being the worst though. Artificial grape flavor is the most honest one, be it medicine or soda. It's the distant cousin that shows up to the wedding or funeral in a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops; it's the octagenerian emeritus faculty member that shows up to seminar and sits in the front row and sleeps through the presentation; it's the Kazaa (or Morpheus or Limewire) file labeled "Blink182.mp3.exe"—you look at it and you know exactly what you're gonna get.
The anatomical answer is sagitally down the midline.
Since it's published, it's already been reviewed. Someone might re-analyze the data or recreate the study though.
I felt that in the bone. Postdoc life is one foot getting ready to move and the other foot dreading every decision that led to the thought "A PhD is a good idea"
It was a good idea, but holy shit is it all sorts of miserable.
It doesn't just feel like public trash cans are rare, they are rare. In 1995, cultists hid sarin containers in public trash cans and trains in and near a Tokyo subway station. One conclusion that was reached from the incident was to get rid of public trash cans and shift society toward disposing of trash at home.
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The last detail about Switch is so cool—I wish they had kept it.