But Clarence Thomas accepted gifts from people who then argued in front of the Supreme Court without recusing himself without facing any consequences, so is there anything to stop it?
But Clarence Thomas accepted gifts from people who then argued in front of the Supreme Court without recusing himself without facing any consequences, so is there anything to stop it?
It was a pun about the word “discriminate” (the verb)
I don’t know if racism can be indiscriminate…
I’m not the other person, but that’s obviously not helpful and simply makes you look immature. Either explain where you think someone’s gone wrong or leave out the “hope that helps.” Or don’t, and everyone reading is reminded of that scene from the big Lebowski
I honestly don’t know what the law is, is “pussy” printable in newspapers?
exCUSE me? I explained how 9000 lumens into the eyeball is the ideal lighting and if you disagree, you’re just fooling yourself. It’s not my fault that my superior knowledge about the inefficiency of other lighting is seen as close minded.
Not really. It’s people who enjoy art of personified/anthropomorphized animals. Sometimes it’s sexual, sometimes it involves personas and costumes, sometimes it’s just rabbits in bankers’ outfits. It’s viewed as weird by a lot of people because they assume it’s all costumes and sex, but looney tunes technically also counts, so it’s much more widespread than people identifying with it is.
Jesus Christ, 2013 is too late for that.
I have to ask- is eating pussy or licking balls really more sanitary? If buttcheeks are problematic for bacterial regrowth, surely an asshole (less likely to be freshly cleaned at that) an inch away from the thing you’re licking is also a source for that.
I think I was supposed to be inspired, but I’m very worried about everyone’s placement of “moon”
I remember reading that your body figures it should get rid of excess weight around the 18-mile mark.
If you are disappointed to hear that anyways is indeed real, perhaps we might supply you with a genuine fake word as consolation (we don’t want you to feel sad). How about spuddlegruncher? It means “the first glimmers of what will undoubtedly turn out to be a massive headache when one realizes that one is having an argument with someone who is basing their entire position on a dim memory of what a former English teacher told them long ago and a strong desire to tell someone else that they are wrong about something.”
That’s incredible
That grammar evolves naturally, like species do, so any rules we find for the categorization of either should reflect reality, not try to dictate it.
For example, I just started that bit with a clause, which means it’s a fragment, not a sentence. I still put a period at the end of it and started it without any lead in, which is “wrong,” but it’s more that the rule is wrong, because what I wrote plays the role of a sentence in this case.
I love small gods and nobody ever talks about it
Can I try to gently press that a little?
I would feel awful if I found out I had been enabling someone’s alcoholism, especially if they only allowed it because they trusted me and I offered them drinks. I have ADHD and autism, so I understand making yourself hard and fast rules to avoid having to make your own self control (I’m not saying that’s definitely what you’re doing).
Could you perhaps try gradually increasing the rules one by one so that in the end there’s basically no scenario in which you drink? I’m talking: a trusted person offers it to you; it’s a weekend; it’s nice weather out; your whole house is clean; you’ve got extra cash; you ate healthy that day; you are already in a good mood; your beloved (hopefully incapable, for this situation) sports team has won; you talked to two relatives that day, etc. I’m not a therapist, but that works for me. The problem is when I mess up- my rules are great for keeping me out of trouble, but they make me spiral if/when I do break them. You might have to figure out a combination of zero tolerance for “mistakes” and allowing yourself to make actual mistakes without spiraling.
That’s what we used to call working from 6-23 at my first job.