Who doesn’t want to leave a sparkly, effervescent corpse after dying of asphyxiation and painful organ failure due to excessive carbonic acid buildup?
I’ll have the brain bullet, thanks.
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
Who doesn’t want to leave a sparkly, effervescent corpse after dying of asphyxiation and painful organ failure due to excessive carbonic acid buildup?
I’ll have the brain bullet, thanks.
I appreciate the quantification.
So is the Likert, but I bet you anyone trying hard enough can get gayer.
It’s the quantum gay that we really have to measure, but I can’t pin its velocity for some reason.
Yeah, I can see a place smelling like a public swimming pool being off-putting. 10% bleach is really common across the food industry, though. Making bread, jerky, kombucha, and various grains, each facility had the same bleach concentration for cleaning (among other cleaning and sanitizing solutions).
I don’t know why you went for the left. Plenty of meat left on the right one. We’ll send a team out in a month.
I think it should’ve been called CORVID in the first place. It just sounds cooler and it still fits the naming convention.
Legend right here.
Me neither, but I’d be convinced if someone teleported the proof into my brain.
I’m not confident the expressed carnal knowledge is common to normal biologists.
I mean, if you pay me enough. Edit: I don’t eat people for free.
Got a thesis on Dionysian ethics handy? Or napkins. Napkins are cool, too.
You’re invited!
That it do. Albeit not loud enough.
Give me $5K and a case of beer and I’ll make you a dog suit that breathes fire.
You always get a better bang for your buck investing in furries.
$7.5K if you want safety standards, though.
My Psych degree hangs framed above my toilet. It really brings the room together. I only put partial weight into standardized testing, IQ or personality tests, and I hope other people realize the constraints and fallabilities of these metrics. I don’t detest that they exist. I just hope people don’t horoscope 'em.
I’ve had 3 dramatically different outcomes depending on the context in which I take it.
I mean, I usually do both. Gotta find balance in your life.
My faithful dog truck died and I buried him with a beer alongside a dirt road that serves as a metaphor for nothing in particular.
Though Shasta is nice this time of year.