I think as long as you’re constantly rewritting you’re moving in the right direction.

he said he wouldn’t teach or accept Samaritan disciples because that would be like feeding the dogs before feeding the children. He wasn’t being nice.

I spent decades taking it seriously. The occasional bit with ‘‘yeah don’t be an asshole’’ isn’t worth anything next to the pro slavery, pro genocide, hateful parts. Even Jesus called Samaritans dogs compared to so called pure blooded Jews, none of this is morally OK when you hold it accountable to itself as a text.

To be fair, Marijuana is an actual name, it’s not what weed was always called, and it was often used as the preferred name by the US government because they wanted to characterize it as a Mexican racial trait.

this is the primary way I interact with my kids teachers, and they’re in public school. we use an app, so the parents don’t have access to the staffs personal phone numbers, so there’s really no response unless the staff member is available to read and respond as part of their job.

well… I agree you should just swear.

I agree. I’ve had problems with this working for a school district, when a student was younger a nickname teachers and students called them was innocent enough, but as they are getting older they find it embarrassing and they have difficulty communicating on top of that, so it was a headache. the adults should stick to preferred names only.

Dark Souls. hopefully I can bring the age of dark, or die. or go mad. all good things.

May the inside of your ear always itch. Just past the bend.

Firefighters don’t deserve to die, they don’t harm anyone. But I agree the boot of the oppressor isn’t sympathetic.

Some just have the implication of time travel, or summons that feel like time travel. Or hidden bosses that feel like time travel.

I never could have seen the day coming when a number could out sell 69…

That’s not the problem. the problem is having a “lets turn Chris’ mental illness that’s harmed no one so far, into everyone’s violent problem!” machine.

that’s a bad machine.

the national guard removed it in a training exercise, it was deemed a danger to public health as some 20+ people needed to be rescued from the site, and 2-4 people died trying to reach it. it was in a difficult area to hike to, that required crossing a river, so a lot of people who wanted to visit it didn’t have the skills to reach it and return safely.

You’ll never be a billionaire if you keep foolishly indulging in the luxury of eating and drinking. You’ll also wasting time eating and expelling waste, you could have two or three other micro hustles to get ahead, you’re only two or three centuries away from success!

I’m getting real sick of the headlines. “Science company says AI will be used to Re-Write the human genome, and identify future Terrorists for the CIA with only random lists of birth certificates, while it designs a 3D printable human heart that has built in wifi controls with 100% police access!”

Didn’t you hear? That’s the problem! The prices must always go up. For the quarterly growth!

Splurging on double ply toilet paper that is free of bark. Recklessly spending on biannual toothbrushs. carelessly using their lunch break to eat instead of adopting mico-hussles. foolishly agreeing to pay rent instead of taking money out of their grandfather’s equity built trust fund to buy expansive rental properties.

why are they so bad with money?

He was a teen heartthrob in the 90s in TV and several films, like what do you want here? you want to pretend that fame can’t fade?

tracks with my experiance, in a hardware store you get all these chuckleheads that come in and want “a good ol’ bang-a-long” and your like “sir… what is a bang-a-long?” and they throw a ten pound hissy fit and go “how in the gul durn heck of a cats pussy do you not know whahat a fucking bang-along-a-bang-bang is, I’ll kill you” and once they’re done being a stupid asshole to you they huff off and come back with a hammer and show you what their granddaddy told them is called a “bang-a-dang-a-ding-a-dong-dong” and they can’t grasp that the people who make and sell said hammer didn’t get that message from Pee-Paa. Then the next lead poisoning victim comes in and asks for an O-ring, and you have the GALL to ask them what they are using it for, and throw their ten pound hissy fit, because they haven’t been punched in the mouth enough as an adult I guess, and run off to find one, then come back and show you because you not being able to identify with only “and O-ring” to go off of which one of the 10,000 different size and material O-rings you carry they specifically meant means you have never heard of an O-ring. Then an unfrozen caveman comes in and ask for a telephone installation, which… you don’t mind helping him put minutes on his phone with a card, but he actually expects you to install phone lines from the city services to his home, you know, that thing the guy at the key cutting desk is KNOWN to do. traditionally.