Sounds like my kind of ambergris.
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I did like 2 hours of work today and spent the other 8 reading about aromatic polyamide synthesis. The IT guy also walked past my desk an unusual amount. The DEA you can’t have fun list did come up during research. I fucking hate the war on drugs, because I can’t make plastic.
I appreciate your intentions my friend. But I guarantee to you that nopale graffiti is not a problem.
These are cultivated nopales. They grow lots of new pads every year for harvest. This is like scratching a picture on a apple.
It’s weird seeing how “the algorithm” has genuinely only made things worse. Falling into the YouTube rabbit hole was a thing, and it was entirely organic. From the loose connections of topics, you could start from any feel good funny video, and end in detailed documentary about MK Ultra.
The best algorithm was no algorithm and there’s no way of ever going back to that. I feel pretty lucky to have experienced the internet before it became everything.
My hairline directly correlates with sales at the grocery. When I wake up bald, I know I’m eating good that night.
Maybe, you should try sitting on my face so I can find out.
Bears are solitary animals and any interaction after being raised is to either fight or fuck.
…I might be a bear.
If you got the message, hang up the phone.
10 hour shift, away for 13 hours. That first sip of IPA is one of the most relaxing experiences ever. Only topped when I rip a bowl and take a nice hot lavender bubble bath. Life is fucking miserable and I hate it, but I’ll get my time and I’m going to enjoy it.
I finally got insurance. Now if only I had sex.
5:40 but you should sit through the 5 minutes of cringe to get there
He couldn’t even make fries. The kid walked him through the easiest thing ever, clearest instructions ever, has obviously been teaching people. Trump still fucked it up. Kid tells him to put them slowly in the oil and trump tries to put it on the hanger. The kid had to grab his hands and pull him away to get him to actually put the fries in the oil.
I keep thinking this is the one where I’ll grow some chest hair, and then my hairline just recedes further.
Skip your mouth and just shovel it directly into your gullet
Less lethal just means more practice.