Time to stop using lemmy.world communities, fellas.
I’ll answer as if I’m on lemmynsfw (and this question would be better than the slop that a particular not-bot account continually posts there): I’d be on the dance tablet with him, and if it’s a private arcade (the best type of arcade), I’d be doing versus with him and we’d be seeing who could distract the other the best with some games of touchy-feely in the middle of it. I’d bet I could take a load off of his mind while we’re dancing against each other.
how far you’re willing to travel on your raid to get the best milk
I’ll travel to the private room to get the breast milk, that’s for sure.
I know for certain when I had the icedream’s as a kid, there were a ton more of the ice crystals that you could feel. It was one of the appeals, honestly, when done right, because it was different enough from regular ice cream to be a novelty.
Eh, if you’d ever like* to hear my story of why I don’t feel comfortable around horse owners anymore, I’ll tell you the very long (well, short in most ways) and sad tail tale that I have. Rape may not be exactly the right word, but it’s not far off either.
*demonstrate your ‘like’ by hitting the spoiler… warning, it’s unpleasant and I type so I can get it out, not relay it like a high school essay
So my buddy has a mother who wanted to get back to her youth as she came into the mid-life crisis, and bought a small ranch with three horses. My buddy wanted to be a vet, and so what better way to get him some practical experience than letting him care for the horses and participate in all the vet stuff that needs to be done… Well, seeing as the best way to get to hang out with my friend was to help him with his chores so they get done faster, little baconbit often helped out with stuff going on at said little ranch.
Well, one of the horse facts of life is that they sometimes have foals. Interesting fact that you totally may not have realized, but for a mare (that’s a female horse) to throw a foal (that’s fancy talk for having a massive vaginal shit that is totally horrific), they need to be bred (in every pornographic meaning of that word…) by a stallion. So when the bacon bit showed up after school to help said buddy, there, cramming in by way of the eye orifice, is a picture of sin: a strangely old looking cowboy type with soapy hands getting very touchy feely with his stallion (cleaning is super important, because we’ve fucked horses so badly [okay… that was purposeful with the 'hole ‘rape’ thing] that it is incredibly easy for diseases to take root when horses copulate, so caring breeders and owners wash both the male and female parts very thoroughly first, and the mares have their tails bound so the individual hairs don’t stray from the main portion of the tail being held up and to the side… and sandpaper the poor horse dick), and the two mares tied up in the main open area of the barn.
Well, one way that mares have of showing their displeasure with a male trying to mount is to kick, which can kill the male. There are, or were, several videos you can find on youtube showing very expensive stallions becoming a very large problem to bury when that happens. So standard practice is to prepare and manage the mare, one part of which is keeping a halter on them and someone holding them in place so they can’t move forward and make room to kick out. Well, you can guess what job that bit of bacon got that day… I can still very clearly remember the way the poor mare acted when it was her turn to be bred. I made sure to never be around that particular time anymore, because of course they did the whole exercise once more a year or two later.
I’d take the five minute trip to the store and buy a half gallon (really 1.5 quarts, assholes) for the same price.
I mean, other places have had them. I wonder what they did that they don’t anymore…
Probably because the US has agreements with the UK about prosecution of folks for stuff like this, and the resulting handling of court ordered punishments like fines. We only ignore things like that if you’re a spouse of a cia agent or something.
I always thought the steering wheel was wedged into the frame like everything else, so it basically bent the two anterior-posterior aligned pieces. That would look something like:
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from the top. I can’t really depict the way that it would bend the two rollers, but it would turn in a manner similar to the way the big fire engines with the rear and front steering wheels work.
Because I fucking hated getting grease all over my hands, pants from accidental brushing, and just everywhere else. The rusty ball still works for more than 20 years, so I took the tradeoff.
Holy shit, I’d wear that baby hjolster. I would absolutely get chaps and dig my dancing boots out of the closet for the outfit.
The youtube link alone was enough for that.
No seriousness here, but if the patient was in the doctor’s office, I’d ask the same question. Maybe not as the first question, but it would be in there. She’s not in any significant trouble if she came to the appointment on time, so let’s check and see how her epic battle has affected each system, from neurological to reproductive. That is why she’s here, right? For a followup that every single (/roll_eyes) discharge paperwork always says to get?
I’m just curious, based on knowing how women’s symptoms aren’t always taken as seriously as a man’s during diagnosis.
I just ask it as part of the standard ‘check everything’ mentality. It’s interesting to me how it can be taken as women’s symptoms not being taken as seriously as men’s, because ignoring the downstairs leads to a lot of fuckups in the field. Heck, the paramedic who trained me used to say that you would (and I’m doing my best to remember her quote, but it’s been a while) “miss a significant portion of issues if you fail[ed] to consider the reproductive system in an emergency.” Put another way, the entire reason I’m asking about it is because I’m trying not to lump a woman in with the males and ignore their health.
I think I, too, would stay on the plane. I pretty clearly designed a plane and made it’s schematics, but I sure as shit never put hand-to-tool and riveted those hot bitching shags of metal into that soft aluminum skin that rippled so gently under my heated, pounding assault.
Plus, staff and security get pretty upset about a person leaving the plane once boarded, so I’ll take my chances with the engines and landing gear over super lame cops with guns.
Seeing as we had a rant only a year or two ago about him (potentially) banning some language (or IDE? I don’t remember) from the kernel if it couldn’t cleanly handle tabs and spaces, I don’t think he’s going to ban tabs.
Wait, as I typed this, I think I remember it better now. He was actually going to start using hidden tabs to fuck with people’s IDEs that didn’t handle them well.
While true, I’m betting those coppers will have more urgent worries.
Wait, seriously? I get that you can open a can with a knife, and I’ve definitely used some of the weird points on a swiss army knife to do so… but the can opener is easier. If you have one, why wouldn’t you go for it?
Add in the neighbors, coworkers, angry cashiers, and any random person she can talk to for more than 30 seconds, and you’ve got my mother.
Remember kids, a secret isn’t a secret once two people know.
If it’s meant to be, they’ll speak up and say, “I’m interested in a date, what are you doing this friday?” or something along those lines, just like I would if I was interested in someone as a potential partner.
Signs/signals/asstrology charts/ouija boards that mysteriously spell out words like kiss, sex, or date… these things are for middle school. I’ve got better things to do.