I prefer the 440 hz sine wave hour.
I’m a dude in Oregon. I regularly make bad life decisions and do not make a habit of learning from my mistakes.
I prefer the 440 hz sine wave hour.
It’s cool. We’ll make it for you (and far more impeccably gorgeous than you would). Just give us the engine.
…Or a really vicious black/red deck. Sac the corpos, homie.
I know a lot of people, I’m inclined to believe the “1 in 15” thing is flagrantly untrue or working off of leveraged assets.
Room temp is ~21 degrees. That helped me a lot.
Lab rat here. I got you fam! Let’s collectively believe that BTU’s are real!
Wait…
Whoa, you’ve got the eldritch knowledge. That’s back before Comet had the dispenser holes in the lid like a bottle of parmesan cheese.
Don’t confuse the two. Worst spaghetti I ever ate.
I only use laboratory-grade glacial acetic acid in my cooking. I’ve only had to go to the hospital twice and call the fire department once, but if you use proper PPE, you should be fine.
Vinegar is the result of fermentation, and you can ferment a lot of weird shit. Anything with a good amount of sugar in it can be turned into a vinegar (provided it doesn’t kill the yeast strain in initial fermentation and it has enough oxygen for the acetic acid bacteria to ferment further).
I… maybe? It sure looks like it’s got a tab on top like a beverage, but sodium carbonate is a surfactant, so good point!
Yeah, that bugged me. Definitely use a surfactant. How are you going to get the soda out?
Samesies. Here for the support and the dank memes. Not offended to get labeled. I’m also questioning if most cisgender people take offense to the label. I feel like most wouldn’t. Maybe we’re talking about the minority that gets triggered by words that they don’t understand. I hope y’all don’t rope the whole cis culture in with the haters, because you don’t have to be queer to understand the plight of non-binary peoples. Just sayin’.
I literally have uses for this, though. It’s worth the space it will take up.
Yo, sorry. Your number is one digit off from mine. I might’ve mistyped.
Just evolved enough to stop Humpty Dumpty syndrome.
Evolution is a fickle mistress. Time does not always garner intelligence. Or as pigeon would say, “coo”.
“they make something beautiful instead of death” Agreed, but your neighbor’s kid’s fingers might not agree after that M-80
Though Shasta is nice this time of year.
Sometimes big life decisions come easy. Sometimes small life decisions come hard (no double entendre intended). As long as they’re both on the same page when it comes to commitment, hopefully the concerns you mentioned don’t apply to them and we can feel happy about it as a third-party spectator.
Oh don’t you go pure blood on me. I only know how the cochlea works.