Okay, but like… can I see it?
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
Okay, but like… can I see it?
Sometimes big life decisions come easy. Sometimes small life decisions come hard (no double entendre intended). As long as they’re both on the same page when it comes to commitment, hopefully the concerns you mentioned don’t apply to them and we can feel happy about it as a third-party spectator.
I mean… maybe we’re depressed because of the crushing weight of the real world impacts of what’s being reported on. I absolutely believe that consuming dour media can affect your mood. Plenty of evidence. I’ve also had two friends die of poverty due to their incapability to afford medical expenses.
Then where do I come from? I hope you’re misinterpreting my sentiment, because I feel like we’re on the same page.
It might feel pretty dire, but all of this information is critical to understanding and empathizing with the people you might meet in your own society. You can opt out of forums (and should if it’s causing you distress). I wouldn’t suffer a buffer from the negative information if it meant a lack of information in general.
Yeah, those grapes probably have herpes anyway.
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.
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.
Me neither, but I’d be convinced if someone teleported the proof into my brain.
I understand not vibing with the brand of humor, but y’all are coming on a little strong to each other. I get the misportrayal of masculinity being an issue. This just escalated quickly.
Give me a tail and we’ll talk.
I’m not confident the expressed carnal knowledge is common to normal biologists.
Oregon, actually, but we can get pedantic about flavors and styles.
I’m going to say Venezuela.
Don’t take unlabeled food from known stoner fridges.
Got a thesis on Dionysian ethics handy? Or napkins. Napkins are cool, too.
Though Shasta is nice this time of year.