6x7=42, Clinton was president #42. It’s gotta be connected

That’s why he tweets so much, he’s gotta relieve the pressure.

What happens if you don’t have an alarm?

They’re in Chicago, grabbing people off the street and punching restrained people.

Edit: my bad, this is us border patrol, not cbp. I swear I’ve seen cbp involved though, I’ll keep looking

Edit edit: USBP is part of CBP

Most Latin Americans have a mixture of African, indigenous, and European heritage (though there are certainly some places with other large ethnicities).

I’ve been given time to fix something myself before we call a professional, which seems reasonable to me. Even the time window of an afternoon, for something as important as heat makes sense, because you don’t want to be unheated overnight and have your pipes freeze

It’s so the farmers can find lost cows

They moved there at eight years old

It went away for a second for me too, but it comes back, don’t worry

It’s just a regular pole in front of a cat whose coloration blends into the pole in a misleading way. The cat’s not touching the pole.

One of these things is not like the others

I never realized that picture was an optical illusion. I thought it was just an upset cat

I mean, I would not want to be kept “safe” in those conditions, so I wouldn’t consider it worth it

I could see an argument for the noise being detrimental to the cows and her trying to pick her battles in a Swiss cattle farming town. I guess she still didn’t hit the mark.

I know it’s probably named in reference to wine, but I like the idea of a Linux Roblox program (emulator? I don’t know Linux or video games) as someone’s manic sobriety project*.

/* I don’t know if this is an identified thing, but most of the large number of recovering addicts I know sort of displace that manic type of love for the substance or behavior into one or more hobbies of some sort at first (examples include: repairing an old boat or classic car, building a house or cabin, making furniture or art, a bunch of types of exercise, joining a club, building furniture or bikes, or cooking) and gradually learn moderation afterwards.

He’s an easygoing southerner who was considered fat in the 90s, I could see a bunch of New Yorkers calling him bubba. I haven’t looked into it at all, but the nickname seems somewhat fitting

I had tubthumping stuck in my head and wasn’t nearly wet enough/using good quality lube, in retrospect.

Edit; we stopped and had lunch naked together, then went back to it and had a much better time.

I wanted to be a naval pilot engineer at four. I’m colorblind, terrified of heights, not fond of authority, sloppy, and scatterbrained as hell. It’s quite possibly the worst possible job for me. To be fair, part of the reason was that I hated the word “bellybutton” and thought anyone who said ”navel” instead had the right idea, so it’s not like I really understood that part of it.

Could be, but honestly, even if it was great, I wouldn’t have been into it. It really looked like a cat and I stopped eating meat at age 4, so anything other than chicken breast would probably be too gamey for me.

I was staying with my aunt and uncle in France when I was around sixteen, after about 12 years of vegetarianism, due mainly to my squeamishness, and we went to my aunt’s mother in law’s (my grandmother/great aunt in law?) for dinner. My aunt was desperate for me to behave perfectly because of some family drama I was too young for and made me promise to eat the dinner.

My uncle’s mother was a rural French woman born in ~1910 who was not familiar with the concept of vegetarianism (or maybe she was being an asshole to my aunt, but she seemed very sweet to me, just extremely formal), so she prepared whole rabbits just for me to avoid all of the examples my aunt listed.

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen or eaten rabbit meat, but it looks like a dead cat with tons of tiny bones and tastes oppressively gamey and greasy. I know how it tastes because I’m a fucking bro, but it was awful. I couldn’t eat the whole portion I was given, but we implied that I had my period, which she accepted and changed the conversation topic asap.