I take this back. EMPRESS is simply awful. Not a fun villain.

If tradlife were so awesome there wouldn’t be so many painfully aggressive instasmiles in the pics.

I mean idfk how you’re planning on calling a.out without an even, stronger, lower-level language like Bash 3.

Would you do it for $100?

Please tell me at least some parts of your comment are sarcasm?

Otoh, my family has procreated for billions of years, I’m the last of my line, I have no children, and can’t imagine raising them with all the ₽ɪ$ʂ out there. Idfk.

putting the Blåh in Blåhaj

or

putting the haj in Blåhaj

(Swedes pronounce Blåhaj’s name like BLOW‑high)

Mail paper checks in the amount of nine dollars and ⁹⁹/₁₀₀ every now and again.

Similarly (?) I grew up in a time when there were plenty of homophobic guys who weren’t gay at all. (Some of them were).

makemesuffer

Have you so little faith in the ability of people who live in ≥2 worlds to misrepresent words they barely understood?

Is that a euphemism for “I’m in the bottom 10%”? Jk

The kind of villain that is entertaining to watch. Hi, Gia Gunn, Elliot Goss, and Shiv Roy (for example)!

I’ve done my best to include °C conversions of all my °F. What more do you people want.

Since we’re here, I had covid one time and had to shop online for stuff that came in ounces, quarts, pints, and liters, and even without brain fog, I can tell you that comparing prices and sizes against apples, oranges, and furlongs (⅛ miles (≈⅕ km (but this is an argumentum ad absurdum))) is the most unsatisfying garbage that has ever been.

In conclusion, what if God did bless America ?

Voilà yup

Paraphrasing someone answering similar questions:

Oh, you know the type. They brag about their limousines and $700 shoes.

Why yes, that is communism.

This well-meaning accounting department rep is in for a ride. Whatever joyful sparkle of youth left in their eyes has begun to slowly extinguish.

It is so so so painful to lose a loved one.

It is excruciating to lose them before they die.

Even worse is when you see parts of what you liked about them suffocating beneath the propaganda that poisoned them. This is like a threefold death.

We’d drive across the state as a kid and at the end of the day it was a sticky mess that was beginning to impact a driver’s ability to see well. I drove across the country a couple years ago and there were days at a time where we didn’t need to clean the windshield.

This feels like excerpts I read of “here’s just an example of how disenchantment and loss had impacted everyday citizens of _ in the early _ century”.

I forget what kind of coping mechanism it is called where I try to see things historically when they hit a little too close to home.