what?! the guy who bankrupted a casino for short-term real estate gains? not a trustworthy partner? how could it be?
same. when the blackout protest changed nothing about the 3rd party apps, I decided I was done, and never went back
granted, it had been getting toxic for other reasons, but being forced to use their shitty app was the final straw for me
yup, grew up always leaving a light on in the house when we were out. my dad always half-joked about putting "trash removal" signs on work trucks to keep people from sniffing around for tools to sell
damn, it's already been over a year, hasn't it?
kebab will always be my top choice, unless shawarma is also an option
if they supported child stone and theodore nugget, they were already on board with the republiKlan agenda
you can't force someone to run you god damn idiot
it takes some serious kompromat to pull that off
ha! that shit is too good to edit
women do tend to live longer than men, so maybe we could see a 91 year-old AOC on the ballet in 2080...
I promise there's no scoffing here! I love my analog bidet, and am always on the lookout for an upgrade, if the price is right. Especially if it can be fitted to a standard american toilet.
Happily taking recommendations, if you have any. The features you listed sound refreshing, relaxing, and somewhat intimidating. Which, to be clear, I'm into.
what's on the app? profiles for different butts? live feedback from a down-under camera? AI stool analysis?
wow, that's a perfectly accurate description of my blue! we have a thing where when I come home, he's waiting for me at the door, and always stands up on his hind legs to bump noses.
he also figured out how to lead us to things, like his food bowl, litter box, windows, etc, when he needs something. when he decides it's bed time he'll get in the way of whatever we're doing until we follow him to bed and get in. at which point he jumps to the foot of the bed and sleeps like a dog. he runs the house, and we're his pets/servants, obviously.
I only noticed, because he looks a lot like mine, who has oddly pronounced biceps for a cat. Sometimes when he sticks his paws out over the bed, it looks like he's trying to point me towards the gun show. Also very active, and legitimately big boned.
"oh you meant boot treads? yeah, get those bad boys up here so I can lick the crud out of them"
rock and stone!
if the third floor is extra small or something, maybe getting really yoked makes it difficult to pass through?
like "you're gonna be so buff that you'll be unable to squeeze through a narrow corridor! "