carpet doesn’t kill people, interior designers kill people
paranoid linux sadgirl with imposter syndrome
carpet doesn’t kill people, interior designers kill people
Oh my god, Karen, you can’t just ask people why they’re a bottom!
I like the idea of a sandwich cookie but always find them disappointing. I want a gourmet version made by some hipsters
How Is This Mentally Ill Single Millenial Holding Down Two Jobs and Crunching Through Debt Payments? The Answer Will Shock Most Americans!
(the answer is I am a lucky bitch whose main employer fucks up just about everything except they provide premium health insurance I can afford to pay for and pay copays for, and this has been drastically improving my life)
that’s some high dynamic range eye assault a la late 00’s–early 10’s PC gaming, alright
“vaccine Georg is an outlier and should not have been coubted”
Jak and Daxter
Borderlands
I’m a biologist and can confirm I get like, so much sex. I do sex so often I make bacteria jealous! Yeah, biologists definitely fuck. Yeah.
what about going in the hot tub with the injured foot stuck out?
pooping at work instead of exploring the multiverse in a scifi timespace ship
mechanized laundry is second only to modern medicine, imo
followed closely by indoor plumbing and dishwashers
I am scared of and hate most birds but ones with long necks REALLY freak me out. Geese, swans, flamingoes, fuck those creepy stretch-neck horror movie monsters.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, love a kiwi bird. Lil dudes just be fuzzy, run around, and eat bugs. Rock on kiwi birds
the way they move sets off something in my brain stem that starts screaming DANGER
that was gonna be my answer. if they ever come out with a bagged unwrapped mini bites version it’s fuckin over for me
Nothing particularly interesting. She was just a very possessive person and I’m pretty independent. So I tried really hard to make it work because honestly I wanted a sugar mama to support me through college. But we just weren’t compatible :(
When I briefly dated a rich woman. She would drop hundreds of dollars on a whim and knew somebody at every club and restaurant to get us to the front of the line, the best seats, etc. It was like watching someone live in a dream world where they could get almost anything they wanted instantly. Sometimes I miss that feeling before remembering the full not so great reality of it, though
its what plants crave
they keep getting progressively more unhinged and im on board
spot check with 2 squares of tp, when clean use single-use mini towels (I bought a pack of 100% cotton terry cloth squares similar to those used in auto shops)
the butt/coochie towels go in their own hamper and get laundered separately with the hottest wash setting
i live alone though. if i ever manage to convince a woman to marry me i imagine modifications may be requested…