Also, doesn’t everyone like fried chicken? I don’t even eat chicken and I make fake fried chicken
Also, doesn’t everyone like fried chicken? I don’t even eat chicken and I make fake fried chicken
Are you rich enough to only use glass containers and do all of your food shopping locally at farmers’ markets? Because if not… stop drinking beverages out of plastic bottles. I’m in the same boat.
Do chatgpt and the like have a plan for profitability?
I think it’s worse than it feels. Like, I still like Jimmy Carr, but how many schools have cut meal programs because of a lack of funding? It’s just that money is fungible and through taxes it gets split up so much that you can’t really follow it, so I don’t think we realize the harm that’s done when people don’t pay their taxes.
That’s why it shouldn’t be a legal requirement. If people hear that your parents mistreated you and still think poorly of you, that’s a person you don’t want in your life.
We’re social animals, we depend on others if we’re young, old, sick, or disabled. I don’t think it should be a legal requirement, but if people see you let your parents suffer, they probably won’t have a great opinion of you.
Some people are, though, and it’s not a moral failing.
There’s also no evidence that horseshoe crabs have individual names and understand the concept of evolution.
I sometimes have medium length nails (3-5 mm past the fingertip), though I tend to just grow my own out, and I do it entirely for myself. I have a bunch of different kinds of nail polish and stencils for making cool patterns and it satisfies my inner elementary school librarian urge to dress up for even very minor holidays.
People have come up to me and told me that my nails are too long for them to find attractive, which is a bizarre non sequitur imo. I don’t know why the assumption is that any self-decoration is intended as a sexual signal: my ideal nail-based interaction is that a little kid asks about them and I get to tell them about Arbor Day or national soup day or something.
Sometimes they make life more difficult, and then I either find workarounds (opening pull tabs with a spoon, for example) or cut them, depending on how much time I have and how much I like my current nails.
I get that they’re not for everyone, but I like them, so I wear them. It’s okay if others don’t like them, they don’t have to wear them.
The words “I have concepts of a plan” are still ringing in my head. I cannot conceive of intentionally saying something so profoundly useless. I found that shocking, but I try to watch him speak as little as I can. They work with him every day and should not be shocked by this.
If it’s just general media within media, that Ben folds five ass crack bandit song was fucking killer
Friendlys does! Unfortunately, if I remember correctly, we “cleaned” them by letting them sit in seltzer and then wiping them off before reattaching them. I’m only now realizing that we went to so much effort to do that, but using the same sanitizer as the soft serve machines would have been significantly more effective and easier.
It at least keeps things like black mold or giant bacterial colonies from getting hold, but it’s kind of pointless.
Lol, I changed the order of the cent sign to make it more understandable for the reader due to the decimal.
You and I clearly have different priorities when writing.
Are you annoyed I didn’t round?
¢1 would have been ¢16.97, according to that converter
My ex was not noticeably sad about it, but I felt awful for him because of his GERD. He had to stop eating for the day at around 17:00, he couldn’t have caffeine, alcohol, carbonation, anything acidic, capsaicin, or much fat. His mother was from southern Italy and he hadn’t eaten a tomato in more than a decade, and the only fruit he ate was bananas. He was not big on medication, though, so he considered all that to be a good trade off for not taking meds. I can’t imagine making the same choice if a medicine could allow me to have oranges and tomatoes and coffee, but different strokes I guess
When I was little, I thought the sound of cicadas came from the sun.
Yep, simple vs easy.
My husband sharpened a friend of mine’s meat cleaver for her. I knew I’d be seeing her at the library later, so I folded it inside cardboard and put it in a reusable shopping bag for her. At no point did I worry about anyone stopping me, and if they had, I would have expected them to believe me about what happened.
Everything went according to plan and I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, if my husband hadn’t been so surprised that I gave her the knife in public.