You do not recognize the bodies in the water.
Mentally ill woman in her late 30s. Quit my jobs with DIDDs to go to work a retail job and go to school.
I’m here to help!
Formerly @kbin.social.
You do not recognize the bodies in the water.
I was literally coming in to say I’ve only ever seen awful stuff happen at Denny’s. I, too, have only been to those a few times in my life but that crowd is…
I’m am American baker and I know this is anecdotal but I’ve always cut sugar in half (or more) and I have nothing but rave reviews. Someone just paid me $100 for a cake. And I’m a hobbyist.
I think that most people here just don’t know better, have never tried it any other way. And when you show them how it can be… they fall in love.
ETA: from recipes I get elsewhere. Most of my repipes are my own at this point.
I’m just putting this out there.
If I was married to a man, and we were about to divorce, I would 100% be willing to go along with him faking his death so I could collect his life insurance, and then I’d split it with him 50/50.
Single language made me lol.
Sure, most signs have English on them… but that’s it.
Can’t wait to see him among the bushes.
My godson is low to mid functioning and people like the one you’re replying to don’t realize that they’re playing into the hands of people who want to cut help and financial aid for autism as a disability. “It’s not really a disability” is extremely harmful.
But also I think society has done a great harm in hiding the most disabled among us. People hear autism and think some asshole on TV who plays as a savant. They don’t think of the 17-year-old man who can’t use the restroom and can only eat two food types despite years of therapy, who becomes violent if he can’t watch YouTube on demand.
I’m playing a video game lately that allows you to stop time, and I keep thinking, the first thing I’d do is relax. Downtime (time where you’re forced to be unproductive) and downtime (time where you’re fine but have no need to be productive) are two very different things.
Do not gather a group of like-minded people and go together.
She needed just one good screw.
“A comical arrest of a gentleman” is, itself, a perfect description, and made me laugh all over again.
Not communicating is violence now?
I dream of jury nullification.
I’ve never experienced such a combination of hate and entertainment, and as much as it pains me, given that hate drives engagement… I feel like I’m experiencing the future.
I knew there weren’t any women involved.
If you are confused, check with the sun. Carry a compass to help you along. Your feet are going to be on the ground. Your head is there to move you around.
Stand in the place where you live. Now face north.
It’s a real fiction, non-fiction switcheroo.
Thank you for this. I was dying of curiosity but too drunk to do my own research. You’re a saint.