even just a heap of “Italian seasoning” thrown in there makes a passable sauce. A can of crushed tomatoes and a can of tomato paste and a handful of Italian seasoning (with salt to taste) and you’ve got a decent college-kid budget sauce.
Y’all are way too nice. I’m pumping a 60Hz square wave right into that thing at max volume.
I used to help with training sessions at a previous company. We had a computer lab type room, people would spend half a day in there and then I’d lock up after. There were two doors to two different parts of an access-controlled building, so the main door was a key lock, but the rear door was badge access.
I locked the main door, turned to leave through the rear door, saw that a lady had come back through the rear door to get her purse. No big, that’s the door we’re going through to leave anyway, so I move to follow her out.
I turn off the lights by muscle memory as I reach for the door which scares her. She lets out a yelp. I’m apologizing as I move to flick the lights back on
At that exact moment someone came through the front door with their key and saw us standing In close proximity, in a dark room with locked doors. I was already moving to turn the lights back on, so they flick on and we both look guilty as fuck because I’m an awkward IT guy trying to fast talk explain this isn’t what it looks like and she’s got “just got jump scared by this asshole” face.
The only thing that saved me was that I was friends with the HR manager that had just walked in, and about 40 years younger than the lady with the purse. I’m sure had it been any other of the women in the class I’d have been in an HR meeting.
Two other coworkers were caught getting it on in that room a few months later.
If you’re reading this and have never tried this, get some, it’s a religious experience. You might find god. God might be a very sick cat.
A?= 90°
Start at 100% and work down from there?
Just gotta figure out how to turn their proboscis inside out with gene editing, make that an oral med, put it in a “supplement”, and get marketing to sell it to them as a dick enhancer.
Make sure to label it “HOMEOPATHIC” and the government will leave you alone.
Tax them enough that they don’t have the cash to just up and build their own personal-use nuclear powered, nation spanning infrastructure.
Use those taxes to build a nation spanning nuclear infrastructure that everyone can use.
Because then the fraudsters end up with all the money, buy an e-news paper, or get a game show, and end up running for president. It’s not an excellent idea to let fraud run rampant on your society.
On the timescale of lion evolution, this information literally just came to light.
It’s sad, but it’s common medical practice in modern horse hospitals:
Terbium.
Maybe Dt? (DelTacorium)
POV: The Dishwasher
Well, fuck you for that. I can taste the texture of your comment and I am quite unhappy about it.
Have you ever had cacahuates japoneses “Japanese peanuts”? They’re the opposite of that, I highly recommend them.
Chargebacks are a huge pain in the ass and everyone involved hates doing them. The chargeback fees are supposed to be a disincentive to curb the behavior. It’s mostly automated now, but there’s a whole “accusation/response/appeal” process that businesses need to actively participate in or risk just getting money clawed back Everytime a chargeback happens, regardless of reason. This causes friction between merchants and payment processors that sometimes leads to one dropping the other. Being in a business where chargebacks happen a lot requires a commensurate amount of work. They suck. (Yes, I’ve worked in this realm. Even when it’s all automated and works well, it still sucks).
They mostly hate them because people tend to do chargebacks when other people find out they made those purchases.
Or they do chargebacks in the wake of post nut clarity when they regret giving money to an OF.
It was the 1800’s, science hadn’t discovered muscles yet.
Sure, but a change in behavior can make the latter half of those years a lot more enjoyable. I used to work with nurses and the stories they’d tell of 30/40 somethings living like invalids visiting dialysis clinics three to five times a week is heartbreaking.