Agreed, the ones I took for shits and giggles always showed high and I’m an idiot.
Agreed, the ones I took for shits and giggles always showed high and I’m an idiot.
Letters are hard.
That’s the great thing about fake tweets from Ben. They all still feel like they could be real.
I got it from my sister as a kid. I felt fine. She is six years older and was pretty bad with it.
Legos? In this economy?
A lot of people are saying it.
Only if Sino on reddit was as well. Which I thought was when I first came across it.
When people often text me or call to make sure plans are still on, it has the weird effect of making me no longer want to go. I’m introverted, but if I make plans I will be there. So it sort of opens the door for me to cancel for some reason.
Not me personally, but I worked with a guy that always thought Secret Agent Man was Secret Asian Man.
When this was posted before someone who followed it fairly closely and others like it, updated the thread with info because the article was behind current info. They had already stopped the trials for MS because it wasn’t working. So they began to just focus on one other, the Crohn’s, I believe. Figuring if they got one to work, they could go back to the others and get them on the right track.
I have MS, and while this is a new approach, there have been so many articles about treatments that end up going nowhere after the first excitement. So it is still very early to get hopes up.
Hope can be a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane, as Red said.
One night, I stumbled on a website posting the thoughts and words of Joseph Duncan, who killed a family in northern Idaho. As well as others in other states. He was on death row and wasn’t allowed internet access, but he was getting his words out there, and someone was posting for him.
He went into many details of what led to those Idaho murders. Things that were never mentioned in the press. How he came to be there and very intimate details of that night and things that happened after. It was not easy to read, but I had this weird sense of obligation to continue once I started. Like I would be doing the family a disservice if I didn’t read what they had gone through that night. Sounds weird, I know. There are certain scenes of it that I’ll never get out of my head.
When he was caught with the lone survivor, he had kidnapped (kidnapped two but killed the boy not long after), I was just down the street at a different restaurant. I had just moved to the area when the murders happened.
He also went into detail about him taking and killing a boy in southern California, which was near where I grew up.
I don’t remember the website name, and I imagine it is gone now since he died of cancer in 2020.
I’m a fan of the word Cunt as a term of endearment after having a few online friends from Australia over the years. Shame you can’t really use it much in the states in such a way.
Worked at a place that had a similar system. We had a woman from another department that got stuck with ElMoron. It was always a highlight when she would come to our area and my co-worker would make a big deal of welcoming her as that. She took it well.
This was an excerpt about it I grabbed from elsewhere.