Twinings pure mint is the tits, and a great night time alternative to chugging 12 mugs of Yorkshire throughout the workday.
Heyyyy I'm at least double digits in age.
No one prefers a public, uncomfortable shit over a private, comfortable one (other than for kinks). People shit outside of toilets the same reasons pets do - inadequate conditions, medical issues, or to make a point about something they care about. Rather than take the thing away, deal with the problem.
Idk why but Kelly Clarkson.
On the flip side, I was up and working out three days after my bisalp. And my friend who got a vasectomy was bedridden for a week. I think they're pretty comparable, it's just a game of rock paper scissors whether you'll have the easy or the hard recovery.
It's already super hard. I was lucky and found a doctor who understood, but I'm not young. People in their 20s face a whole bunch of bullshit, enough to get in the way and prevent them having the procedure. It's fucked.
Stickers should have a greater sense of self worth and keep it together when people are trying to tear them apart.
A law that prohibits labels from being too sticky that you can't reuse the packaging. For example, I should absolutely be able to easily peel off the labels from empty wine bottles and glass jars so I can reuse them.
Make jokes about not being busy. Make them boldly in slightly non appropriate circles. Then lean with the same amount of conviction into compliments. Agree with full heart, be non apologetic with the same force used to joke about how little work you have.
This duality is powerful because on the one hand you clearly have nothing to hide, and on the other hand you're painfully truthful. Works a charm. Then go have brunch on the clock.
I don't know what the reason is, but I have a large friend group of almost exclusively males, and I am a respected, listened to female, who can easily command the room. I can also deadlift twice my body weight.
Devalue money.
I feel like this was always the plan. Put the plebian frog in the pot of 9-5 corporate hellscape and slowly boil it. We're all too exhausted to fight.
Tech, specifically AI automation. My LPT is that most services are just using GPT4 in some capacity. Automated workflows are not plug and play, credentials expire, variables change, limits are exceeded, etc. Rather than pay a random company to build and maintain something for you, you can save a shit ton by just hiring someone in-house who knows Zapier or Make and having them build the workflow you need.
I have two baskets and saddlebags on my bike and this shit would easily fit.
I hate them so much I wrote a song about them and how they'll bite the head off a fish so they can fuck the corpse. They're messed up.
Sloths. They have evil smiles and knife fingers.
Read at your own risk, as some reviewers wrote, you can't unknow things once you learn them, and this movie's description is all of the terrible things.
I have gas from eating lots of bread, which is not unusual, but for some reason today's farts hurt my ass.
They're not those super hot farts, they're just really... pressurized? They come out loud and proud and it feels kinda violent. Any ideas?
Hypothetically speaking, a startup gets some rounds of investment from VCs, operates for a few years, and run out of runway. What do these final months look like? Do the investors try to get their money back?
I work from home and drink from mugs and I don't tiktok, so this whole trendy cup thing is really confusing me.
Do they uncurse bad water or something?
