So like, could I find out who owns the rights to a plastic in me and then invoice them for the storage until they come and collect their goods?
I think the funnest one is “ Spice, all = WOKE”, like damn…. All spices in the world?
Never. We always talked about what we liked and what was going to make it into the bedroom. We found things on both sides we weren’t comfortable with and things we were.
Feel the same way, smoke weed every day. I just don’t want to contribute to such a shit world. Doesn’t help I live in FL. Been trying to get out of this state for awhile now but it’s just so expensive to just live let alone move.
Or you could do what one person I knew did, just used Newegg pc building, didn’t short anything and just added the first thing on the list. Then had them build it. It was just when am5 came out. Some crazy Eatx mobo and cpu with a 3060, would always blue screen.
The most important things in the world to you could be here one day, perfectly happy and healthy, and the next day gone. The weight of discovery and their limp body.
Every time I would see someone acting in movies I used to think, that’s a bit of an over reaction. No it’s not. When you see a movie and the reaction seems a bit over the top, it’s not.
FL, US. So that comes with its own stack of shit. Three seasons here: Summer 95f(35c), not summer 70f(21c) and hurricane. I’ve only ever lived here but I’ve been on winter vacations and I’m just not good in the cold. The only thing that really separates the seasons here is the cities put lights on the palm trees. You can always spot the tourists during winter too, locals dress like it’s snowing if it’s at all close to 60f(15c) myself included.
Either I don’t remember my dreams or I don’t dream. Last dream I had was when I was like 8 and I still remember it 26 years later. Sleep for me is like sleep in Skyrim. Close eyes. Try not to think about anything, blackness then like a snap I’m awake again. Even my train of thought just picks pack up from before I fell asleep.
I will say that the one dream I remember was in 1st person.
Why was my dick a gas pump nozzle…
Right out of high school I got a job as a mechanic, something I loved doing as a hobby before and got real good at. It’s the customer, it’s like doing family IT work. “You changed my oil 4 months ago and now one of my headlights won’t work”. Between that sending out vehicles that declined a bunch of work. I swear we only held one plumbers van because it was so unsafe.
I still love working on my own cars. However I’ve refused to touch any family members or friends vehicles. Not worth it.
I simply don’t won’t to carry on without them. There is more to it but that’s most of it. All I have are boxes of aches now.
Step one, get CRT, step two play YouTube videos of 80s/90s commercials. Infinite nostalgia.
So this was my friends grandpas porn. We kept anything we liked but there was still like a full home depot box of magazines. Well I’m not proud of how we “disposed/shared” them. As we drove from high school to high school tossing them just all over on campuses. This was a Sunday night so we thought we’d hear all about it in class on Monday. Nope. No idea what happened but by the time we got to our high school Monday morning all the magazines were gone and we never heard about it.